A Promise is a PromiseAt the age of five, I promised my grandmother that I would find her son, Larry Grasha who went missing in a B-24 Liberator bomber in South America on his way to World War II in Europe. This began a search that lasted a lifetime. It not only brought me into contact with others who lost relatives on the flight but mysterious people with special powers that appeared out of nowhere to help me with my search. They not only provided answers but also raised disturbing questions. In this regard, I was sternly warned by a psychic not to pursue this mission due to the involvement of "strong and dangerous forces." In fact, various people who helped me suddenly and unexpectedly died. My search involved two grueling trips to the jungles of French Guiana, from which I did not expect to return. But I had no choice. I gave my word. It was a point of honor. A Promise is a Promise.
