What if he had lived...I will always remember the day our beloved President was shot. I know where I was, at the end of my childhood as an innocent and naive twelve-year-old. I grew up in Miami Beach, Florida. This is a second home to millions of Cuban-Americans. On that horrible day, tears streamed down their faces in the halls at Nautilus Jr. High School. Nothing could be changed, it was a permanent scar etched in our hearts forever.
This week, I sat motionless in from of my television set, feeling emply and lost looking at the images of a man that was so far ahead of his time. My God! even his haircut trumped the Beatles! He was a first on so many levels; he fought for human rights, women's rights, and countless other issues.
We couldn't afford to loose a man like John Fitzgerald Kennedy. But we did. I don't feel we have actually lost him when I look at those fresh images of himself and Jacqueline. They looked so happy, so young, so eager to face life head-on.
I think back on the Kennedy history. It is not lore that tragedy has struck this family. It has been said that the Kennedy's were risk takers, but; it is no accident that so many Kennedy's lost their lives at the prime of their lives.
Was it a curse? or just dumb luck?
We might never know. I just can't stop thinking of all the senseless tragedies this family incurred.
I can't tune out the images and reflecting on this man; what he was, how much more he would have become, had he lived.
It just wasen't meant to be. It just wasen't meant to be. I say to myself. I feel cheated, and angry but can't reconcile the truth:
There are monsters among us that are determined to take away the great people in this world.
Still I feel privileged to be able to look back on the cherished two years he was with us:
"The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.'
This week, I sat motionless in from of my television set, feeling emply and lost looking at the images of a man that was so far ahead of his time. My God! even his haircut trumped the Beatles! He was a first on so many levels; he fought for human rights, women's rights, and countless other issues.
We couldn't afford to loose a man like John Fitzgerald Kennedy. But we did. I don't feel we have actually lost him when I look at those fresh images of himself and Jacqueline. They looked so happy, so young, so eager to face life head-on.
I think back on the Kennedy history. It is not lore that tragedy has struck this family. It has been said that the Kennedy's were risk takers, but; it is no accident that so many Kennedy's lost their lives at the prime of their lives.
Was it a curse? or just dumb luck?
We might never know. I just can't stop thinking of all the senseless tragedies this family incurred.
I can't tune out the images and reflecting on this man; what he was, how much more he would have become, had he lived.
It just wasen't meant to be. It just wasen't meant to be. I say to myself. I feel cheated, and angry but can't reconcile the truth:
There are monsters among us that are determined to take away the great people in this world.
Still I feel privileged to be able to look back on the cherished two years he was with us:
"The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.'
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