Description The year was 1963.
Did Jesus see the tears of a sixth grade boy in a Missionary boarding school who missed his family? I am convinced he did and still does..
John violently and dad peacefully in his home in Idaho.
Dad and John have passed on.
I was filled with overwhelming emotion.
Kennedy.
Years later in 2010, as administrator of the Boise Veterans Home, I visited Arlington Cemetery and the "eternal flame" at the graveside of John F.
Kennedy had just been assassinated.
John F.
All of my family was alive We flew to Miami full of joy and were surprised, even as children, that people were crying at the airport on the happiest day of my life.
It was the happiest day of my life.
Sixth months later I was playing a game in the driveway of the boarding school, when I saw my dad, mother and little brother walking up the drive to take my sister and me back to the United States.
Dad traveled those roads every day with those 1000 foot drop offs.
Tatum, the Missionary doctor working at the Methodist hospital in La Paz had died on the famous Bolivian "road of death." He had gone to the Yungas to get a Christmas tree for his family.
You see, I knew that Dr.
After our parents and my little brother left us at the boarding school, I cried myself to sleep every night thinking I would never see my dad again.
I was in the boys dorm.
She was in the girls dorm.
My sister and I were enrolled.
It was run by strict Missionary educators from New Zealand.
Mother and Dad determined that this boy and his younger sister should be sent to a Missionary boarding school in a distant Bolivian school called Carachipampa in the city of Cochabamba.
Just so you know, it was not going well for my mother or me.
My mother was trying to teach a home schooled 6th grader boy, cursive, in Pichu, South America.
Gail was learning how to write beautiful cursive in a 6th grade class in the USA.
Description The year was 1963
