Yesterday afternoon, I headed up to Portsmouth Naval Medical Center to clear up a mistake I had made with one of my prescriptions. I detest bureaucracy in any form and have to mentally "gird my loins" so to speak to deal with it.
I do believe that your attitude controls a good deal of your outcome, so I prayed for grace before I drove the short distance from home. I gathered my stuff and stopped off at the hospital's Subway for a diet Minute Maid lemonade,, my favorite.
I settled down to wait with my Kindle after pulling number 668. I was the next number called...go figure. I am so grateful for my Navy benefits which include free prescriptions and fantastic medical care at a state-of-the-art facility a mile from my house. Even though I had made the mistake, pharmacy staff members were gracious, helpful, and polite, quickly resolving the situation.
In the short time I waited, I met this man, Chief James J. Gordon, who told me he served on three different WW 2 ships which sank. When I asked him how he survived he simply said, with a twinkle in his eyes, "backstroke." Chief Gordon ended up on the USS Shangri-La, which survived the war.
It seemed fitting this morning to celebrate an American hero of the Best Generation. Happy Veteran's Day Chief Gordon.
Thank you to all who have served, especially a dear 93-year-old in a wheelchair.