This is history.

This is history.

We were in our car travelling the route between our home in Aylmer and our family cottage near Saint-Sauveur. It was raining along the stretch of road when we spotted Terry on his route. I remember pressing my nose to the window to watch him. I remember distinctly the hop shift shuffle of his pace. My mother slowed down to a snail’s pace and told my brother and I to pay attention. She said “Remember this moment. You are in the middle of history”. Even today, if I close my eyes, I am that little girl in the car, staring out in wonder of his strength and courage, and in awe of the perserverance of that lone figure getting soaked by the rain.

Johanna Mizgala

Johanna
2018-04-19T15:58:54+00:00

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