Tuesday, November 11, 2014

My Hero


(Some of my friends know this story, many do not:)

If you walk with me anywhere, you will notice that I always shift to be on your right side. There's a reason for that--I have a lazy ear, lazy because of my dad.

When my father served in World War II, he was a flight engineer on a B-17 doing bombing runs to take out the heavy water factories in Germany, where Hitler was working on an atomic bomb. During one of those runs, there was a sudden drop in altitude, thousands of feet in mere seconds, rupturing my father's left eardrum. He never had full hearing in that ear again.

When I was growing up in Idaho, I loved the long walks and elaborate hikes I took with my dad. We went every chance we could. I loved when we went to the airport to fly our rubber-band-powered balsa-wood airplanes. And wherever we went, Dad would always make sure I was on his right side, his "hearing" side, and I just got used to it. Wherever we went, I knew to always be to his right.

It wasn't until years later that I realized I did this with other people--moved to their right side--that I actually had *better hearing* in my own left ear compared to my right.

Today, I honor my father's service in the war, his sacrifice. He was a hero to me. And I thank all those who served heroically. ‪#‎VeteransDay‬

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