Sundays With Glenn

Sundays With Glenn | Prt.2

In this episode – Sundays with Glenn | Ep. 2 . . .

Have you ever had a friend that you wish you could spend more time with? But life's daily responsibilities just seem to get in the way.

You may know such a person, a kind, gentle soul that you could just sit relaxed on your porch on a crisp autumn afternoon, passing the time engaged in conversation? We all have. Or should I say we all wish we had? With years of experience, Glenn has that uncanny ability to synthesize life lessons into rare practical ideas that strengthen individuals, families, and communities.

Welcome to episode two of Sundays with Glenn.

"March to the beat of your own drummer and let not those about you deter you from that which you know to be right. Each step you take is the foundation for the next, and when you are young, there are so many steps ahead of that a single step seems of little consequence. Yet, a single step can change your destiny, so build a solid footing. Reach for the horizon, and if you acquire it too easily and too soon, it was too close." – Glenn Ferguson.

Let's travel back to Chicago, Illinois, November 13, 1939, "I joined the United States Marine Corps in November of 1939 as a private, a four-year enlistment, my pay was $21 a month with $0.20 a month deducted for hospitalization," let's let Glenn tell us the story.

Audio discussion – Today, we talk about Glenn's enlistment in 1939, why donuts, and traveling to Bootcamp.

Also, if you have a question for Glenn or would like to be a guest on this podcast, email pball@sbcglobal.net. Or click the following link https://anchor.fm/patrick-ball/message and leave me a voice message.

So, won't you be my virtual neighbor? If you enjoy our weekly visits, please share them with a friend.

I'm Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. See you in the next episode.

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