With all the angst of the midterms, my spirits were recently lifted. Thought I would share.
Heard some good news from my youngest son. He started going to the VA Hospital which he has avoided since getting out. They reviewed his records and upgraded his disability to 100%. Means a bump in his monthly check.
Went on to say he has participated in some of the PTSD programs and has found them helpful.
I find it heartwarming that at least one VA Hospital is doing a good job for our veterans.
Then we got into “the apple falls from the tree”. When he was sixteen and full of himself, he broke a kitchen chair over my head during an exchange of words. He then got his ass kicked, soundly.
Seems my sixteen year old grandson tried to get physical with his Dad (my son). Got his ass kicked but managed to damage his Dad’s thumb to the point it will need minor surgery.
That grandson’s genetic heritage is Finnish, Norwegian, and Celtic. Berserker?
My son and I had a good laugh. Maybe that says something about our mentality. Maybe it is genetic. No damned wimp gene, perhaps.
I never got into a physical scrap with my father. Then again, I left home at sixteen. Probably for the best.