As I took my seat in our high school auditorium, I didn’t expect this Thanksgiving assembly to be any different from others I’d attended throughout the years. I certainly didn’t know it would change my life. The year was 1957, and I was 14, a sheltered, naive ninth grader at Grover Cleveland High School in Caldwell, N.J.
We stood for the pledge, the national anthem and the school prayer. Then I turned my thoughts to the welcome holidays
