Two unusual encounters
Just came home from a couple weeks out camping, The first weekend we spent down by Garibaldi, Oregon in a county park. Three of our adopted daughters are Vietnamese and there is an annual campout ther...
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My dad was in the Canadian army in WWII. While liberating Holland in May of '45 he came across a young boy riding a bicycle with no tires who was almost skeletal he was so thin and starving. He was begging for food for his family, the Dutch having been starved by the Germans. My dad was with a mobile hospital and worked in the kitchen so he put together a food basket and gave it to the young boy.
In the early 1960's our family got posted to Holland by the foreign affairs department of the Canadian government, we lived there for four wonderful years. While at a dental appointment my dad noticed the name on the diploma on the wall sounded familiar, when he met the dentist and they put eyes on each other they both realised they had met almost twenty years earlier, that starving young boy had grown up to be a dentist.
Our entire family was invited to the dentist's house for dinner and in the corner of the living room, in a place of prominence, stood the basket my dad had given the young boy.
The dentist and his family kept in touch with us, Christmas cards and occasional visits back and forth until my dad passed away in 2015.
In the early 1960's our family got posted to Holland by the foreign affairs department of the Canadian government, we lived there for four wonderful years. While at a dental appointment my dad noticed the name on the diploma on the wall sounded familiar, when he met the dentist and they put eyes on each other they both realised they had met almost twenty years earlier, that starving young boy had grown up to be a dentist.
Our entire family was invited to the dentist's house for dinner and in the corner of the living room, in a place of prominence, stood the basket my dad had given the young boy.
The dentist and his family kept in touch with us, Christmas cards and occasional visits back and forth until my dad passed away in 2015.
