It was fifty years ago today that I was in my Humanities class and heard that President Kennedy was shot. I went with my professor Dr. Sweetland to the staff lounge and we sat and watched Walter Cronkite announce that Kennedy had been killed. We were stunned.
Ever since I had heard of the Peace Corps I knew that was to be my next step after college. One year later I began training in Portland Oregon to become a preschool teacher in Turkey. I heeded Kennedy’s calling. It was more asking what I could do for the world than what I could do for my country, however. I knew that helping those little souls in Turkey appreciate who they truly were was helping the world to become a better place for us all.
I pause with appreciation today.