The perspective I’ve gained from living so long does give me insights you only get from being around for a long time. But, today I want to talk about someone much older than me. A good friend of mine died. One of the best friends I’ve had.
A rare person was this friend of mine. You see, he was one of the last of a dying breed, a member of the greatest generation: Those brave men and women who stepped up to serve and saved the world from tyranny during World War 2. Mr. Harvey was one of them; he was 87 years old.
Why is this man important? Because he knew how to survive. He lived through the greatest period of time humans have ever seen.