As if a switch had been flipped, a sixteen year old Gunter would suddenly be forced to struggle with the cruel ostracism he’d receive at the hands of teachers and classmates, many who’d he’d considered long-time friends. The harassment would
“I often can’t remember what my daughter has told me to do just yesterday, but I can never forget what happened to me just over 70 years ago,” Gunter would tell me on our first meeting which seems
News of our pending life changing event filtered through the rounds of friends and family like water through a tightly packed coffee group. There were complimentary pats on the back, surprised shrieks of joy, and plenty of “it’s about times”.