The weekend of September 11th my family and I hosted my Grandfather’s WWII ship’s reunion. These men and their wives have been meeting since the fifties once a year. It’s become a small group, but an inspirational group. Almost everyone of them is in their late eighties or early nineties and they are active and living life.

Alice, who helped start the reunions, told me you have to plan on being here next year. Then she said, “Look at me. I just had my hip replaced and I’m here. Sometimes working through a little pain is good for you.”

While I don’t want to advocate anyone working through pain, it is her attitude that makes her life so rich. And every year when I see these people, I’m reminded why they are referred to as The Greatest Generation. I admire them all and I love listening to their stories.