I was in my garage looking for my A&P textbook this morning. I didn’t find it, but I *did* find “Principles of Gene Manipulation.” I took it inside the house and was flipping through it when I found a scrap of paper that I had apparently used as a bookmark.
Someone’s address on the USS Hancock. I have no idea how, where or when I met Jonathan. Now, I’m curious… So I pop onto Facebook and search for his name. No luck. I search Google — I know, it’s a long shot, but his last name doesn’t seem common so there’s a chance.
Well, I *did* find something. Apparently, he was married and his wife died while he was stationed in Iraq. 😦 How horrible! I can’t imagine that pain.
He has a profile up on one of the Veterans sites, stating that not only was he on the Hancock, but he was an Electrician’s Mate from NNPTC Orlando. So, he was a Nuke, like me. Did I know him in Nuke school? Did I meet him in Jacksonville? In Norfolk? Puerto Rico? Hawaii?
I’m still curious. I’d like to run into him again and catch up on things. 🙂 Fr. JJ always says there’s no such thing as a coincidence…. I wonder what this means…. 🙂