Each year, on January 18th, I find myself pondering with a blend of celebration and introspection.
This date marks a pivotal moment in my life, a day that set the course for an extraordinary journey.
The First Glimpse of a New World
Decades ago, as a young 20-year-old, I vividly recall peering through the porthole of my room on the USS United States. My eyes caught the first light of dawn illuminating the Statue of Liberty. That iconic symbol of freedom and hope was my welcome to a new country, a new life. With just $500 in my pocket, no job, and no contacts, I stepped into the vast unknown. Or as I considered, a great adventure.
A Post-War British Perspective
Reflecting back, I realize that my departure from Britain was during a time when the nation was still healing from the scars of World War II. My experience with America was limited to what was depicted in movies. I firmly believed that in America everyone was rich and the streets were paved with movie stars! Naïve and optimistic, I never considered the possibility of failure – a mindset that served me well. It was nice to know, if I was ever without money or unhappy, my father would send me a ticket to go back. It was a source of pride, that once I left home at 18, I never asked my parents for money.
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