My Father's Life Was on the Ocean

o:p>   With his heart set on a life at sea, my father was rejected by US Naval authorities because he was born with an inherited arrhythmic heart problem. Determined to make his life at sea dream come true he didn’t let this matter dissuade him from his deepest desire; so he applied with the merchant marine shipping service and found a job but without the prestige of a US government financed life aboard a US Naval ship.   Later on as the years past, World War II broke out and with the war the need for men of every kind to support US defenses reached desperate heights. It was during this time my father was allowed to enter the st1:country-region w:st="on">US navy and serve aboard US vessels for more than 20 years.     I mention this bit of family history because my birth came during a time when our family was involved with multiple relocations due to my father’s service demands by the US Navy. Because of this simple fact I never knew a place called “home” as most people know where there is one house, one town and one association of friends.  For me it was the ever changing road, new towns every two years, new friends (be they every so transient) and new vistas to enjoy.   My life has been a wonderfully unique adventure with a starting pattern so deeply engrained that all efforts to disrupt a vagabond life style have failed. Whether coming or going I can see the beauty that is part of the Supreme Thought within the thought and in everything I do I remain forever unmoved.