“Why are you so obsessed with England ?”

I was born on the wrong side of the pond.

Don’t get me wrong, I love America. But I lost my heart to England the day Diana married her prince. Indeed, the wedding of the century hooked me. Forty years (40) ago, the couple made a conscious decision to stand at the altar in St Paul’s Cathedral-London on July 29, 1981.  There they vowed their love before God and 750 million of us who tuned in as The Archbishop of Canterbury declared, “Here is the stuff of which fairytales are made…”

We all know how that ended.

Unbeknownst to us, the princess had been enduring much emotional turmoil on what was supposed to be one of the most important days of her life. “The night before the wedding I was very, very calm, deathly calm. I felt I was a lamb to the slaughter. I knew it and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

What might have been had different choices been made? Would Princess Diana still be alive today?  So many what ifs.

Let’s face it. Whether a prince or a pauper, our choices affect the next generation.

Rich history abounds over there across the pond. The research fascinates me. It forces me to look back on my own generational faults and helps me to find a better way.

I want to leave a well-lived legacy, don’t you?

I’m all about face-to-face relationship. When that’s not possible, I choose pen to paper, stamp on envelope, slow mail delivery to my recipients. Call me old fashioned, but that’s my way. Click on Gail Mail to learn more.