A Slice of History
On top of my computer stands a copper bust of Napoleon Bonaparte. Not every person can leave a mark in history as he did. However, some of us are fortunate to be touched by a slice of the past in a personal way - if we take the time to listen.
A kaleidoscope of Rotarians and spouses moved and mingled in the lobby of the Terrace Convention Center in Northern British Columbia.
"Hello. My name is Esio. Esio Marzotto." His words sounded like an Italian opera.
I shook the man’s offered hand and looked into a pair of trusting, warm eyes. "Pleased to meet you. Your name sounds interesting; I have never heard it."
"It’s a long story. Maybe later I’ll tell you all about it."
I wasn’t going to let him slip away. "How about right now?"
The smell of cooked meat and spicy sauce tantalized our taste-buds as we waited to be seated for the final dinner at the District Conference. Esio began to speak about his father. Roberto Marzotto was only seventeen years old, when he joined the Italian army...
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