“Mrs. Henderson, would you be interested inhelping our school next door with their book fair? We’d like to inspire students to write andwondered if you’d be willing to host a Meet An Author session.”
It was billed as a gala evening withstudents, parents, teachers and a few authors, even a story-teller. I gladly agreed. Last night was a grand success as I talked with several budding authors.
In preparation, on Monday I asked Doug, “Any idea where my box ofwriting is stored?” After searching wefinally found it! As I plundered throughmagazines and newspaper pieces, I found this:
Almost 40 years ago I had written the editor ofRaleigh’s News and Observer about recent news. Unable to recall the details, I Googled it and read about Delta Forceattempting to rescue the 52 American hostages held in Iran. The effort ended in tragedy with helicopters down and death to oursoldiers.
I gasped, realizing my next door neighbor,Dennis Wolfe, was a member of that special forces group. I knew he was part of Operation EagleClaw. Doug saw him later yesterday morning,“Dennis, got a minute to come over? Kathy has something for you to read.” He sat across from me yesterday on our sofa as I handedhim the yellowed clipping.
"To the Editor:
Not since soldiers like my dad returned from World War II have we felt such pride in our country and gratitude to God. The events of the last 14 months have had one positive effect--unity for our country.
The true heroes, however, are the eight noble men who gave their lives in the rescue attempt. Each made the conscious choice to risk his life to save others and our national honor. Their families are to be admired for their continued patriotism, even in their loss. Such brave men throughout history have endowed us with our precious freedom.
Kathy HendersonJan. 28, 1981"
He readsilently then grinned hugely, moved by my patriotism even back then as a youngmother of 3. He met my eyes and I said,“Once again, I thank you for your service.”
“Can I get a copy of this?” he asked. Doug took it to our copier. We both realized this was not just acoincidence but a divine appointment, almost 40 years in the making. He shook his head adding, “You never imaginedwhen you wrote it that we’d be next door neighbors, did you, Kathy?” Then we spent the next hour just talking aboutHis hand in our lives, weaving the tapestry, bringing us into the persons weare today. DENNIS:one of 6 kids. . .few jobs in his small Pennsylvania town. . . fresh out of high school, enlisting in theArmy. Three recruiting stations stood in a row, before him. He reached for theNavy office. Out to lunch. Then the Air Force door. Locked. Third try was Army. He shared thetwists and turns of life that seemed random at the time but led him intobecoming the military’s point man for dismantling weapons of mass destruction,whether atomic, nuclear or chemical. Awards. Medals. A building namedafter him. Four U.S. Presidents he’d protected supporting Secret Service. Dennis Wolf's Story of Military Valor click here
KATHY: young mother of 3 just beginning towrite. . .Jack Williams, Contact editor, her mentor. . .Navy brat of anofficer. . .her daddy instilled deep patriotism in her heart. News of fallen soldiers moved her to write thenewspaper. Unknown soldiers.
|Daddy as a Naval officer|
|Daddy as an enlisted man|
But yesterday I heard first hand from one ofthose soldiers who DID know them and grieved back then. Together we grieved againalmost half a century later.
“Dennis, do you think God had this planned allalong?”
“Absolutely. I used to think things like this were coincidence. No more.”
“Doug, I can almost picture God watching thisall play out today, slapping his knee with delight, as we discovered theappointment He planned so personally for us 40 years ago!”
What a mighty God we serve! "My frame was nothidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in thelowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. Andin Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yetthere were none of them" (Psalms 139:15-16