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One Eternal Minute

My thanks to unapologeticliberal, in the Daily Kos for pointing this article out to me.

We all have these memories, at least when we've been around long enough.  The "where were you" moments when you heard of the assasination of JFK, of the events of 9/11... unexpected horrors and the mundane surroundings that will remain indelible in your memory thereafter.  For anybody my age, at least, the assasination of Bobby Kennedy qualifies - how he reached out to shake the hand of a busboy and was shot.  The touching story of how the busboy in question knelt to keep Bobby's head off the floor, and pressed his own rosary into his hand.. and of course how despite all efforts Robert Kennedy died.

Not too surprisingly, this event has followed Juan Romero through the rest of his life.  Steve Lopez has a marvelous article in the August 29, 2015 Los Angeles Times which I am not going to quote - better just to send you to the entire article.  So click on the title (though you may want to keep a box of tissues nearby.)

The busboy who cradled a dying RFK has finally stepped out of the past


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Sep. 2nd, 2015 07:41 am (UTC)
That was a neat article. The part about someone reaching out to help another person suffering is very inspiring. Thank you.

And yes, I remember that day. I was a 12 year old kid living in Redondo Beach, California. My older sister had worked in Bobby's campaign. I am certain that Bobby would have won the nomination, and been president. He had just won the California primary, which was a huge victory. He would have been great. Instead, we got Nixon. We all know how that went.
Sep. 3rd, 2015 03:53 am (UTC)
I was 17, living in Los Angeles. Shock, sadness, horror. Ironically enough, the death of his brother 5 years older when I was in middle school helped at least in that I knew assassination wasn't something just found in a history book. Blast it.
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