John has visited my office for years. Same order, quiet nod. One of those guys you don’t think twice about until you do.Last week, I told him my girlfriend and I were going to Vietnam. Just talking. His face transformed completely.
“I was there,” he said. Fall of Saigon. Orphaned kids were loaded aboard flights to save as many as possible.”My stomach sank.
I was a baby.
Told him. Watched his hands stop on the counter. Eyes welled. “Then I might’ve held you,” he muttered.Nobody talked for a moment.
The hands that saved me always puzzled me. Those who got me out. Continues…
