chickman
I remember thinking about my dad's WWII service on Memorial Day's past. He wouldn't ever talk about it when we were kids, but when I had kids he's tell them wild and improbably stories that my well have been true. Best was meeting his uncle and cousins in Italy on his 21st birthday; 3 CT boys so happy to be alive.
Searching for a job for 11+ months, I was filled with profound moments of despair. Not because I doubted my capacity, skills, joy, or work ethic - but because it seemed next to impossible to help others see it. Then I put more of me in my cover letters, and voila. Job of my dreams. Seriously!