I remember portions of my 16th birthday and I use the word “portions”, due to the fact the I in my youth threw the rule book right out and …..
Well there were alcohol, drugs, girls …. the prospect of soon being able to drive 1200 pounds of steel around town gathering up the three fore mentioned things.
I figure there was an act of god if my boy’s manage to take their dishes to the kitchen sink! “Like father like son.”
This little woman leaves me in shock, wonder and awe.
It makes my blog because not it’s news. I never report the daily events, but rather on the odd news.
How many sixteen year old’s get shot in the head and speak at the U.N. nine month’s later?
Bravo Ms. Malala you inspire all of us!