I shall never forget that there are the unfortunate ones who would give anything just to be able to have one moment of recall. But they cannot, because of sickness or disease. Our hearts cry out for these, and may we always treasure the gift of sweet memories.
Memories. Don’t let them catch you unprepared and unable to deal with them properly. They have been with us all of our lives, some of which are good and others not so much. If our memories have not been delightful, they could have us saying, “Did I do that?” For some, they may be so painful that attempts are made to deny them, implying that ’they never happened’. No, they are not ‘nightmares’. ‘Yes’, they really happened, and our memory was there to record us.
Some of us try to drug and drink them away, but they still refuse to be dismissed. Try and retrace your steps; say, ‘This me I never knew’, but the memory still persist. Sometimes they may haunt us; other times they inspire us; but they shall always exist.
When a very young man, I attempted a trip on a snowy and icy road, and didn’t get very far. Not only were the roads bad for non emergency driving, but my tires were shamefully worn. Within a mile of my home, a tire blew, the vehicle flipped; both the car and I landed in a ditch. The vehicle sustained minor damage, and I was unscratched, but totally embarrassed.
Each time my memory serves up this incident to me, it is one of those, “I can’t believe it”. The disbelief was not that I came out free of injury, but that I foolishly attempted such a drive. This memory I would like to send to the ‘no recall zone’, but I can’t. Memory disallows it. But if for some reason my memory should fail me, my wife is there saying, “I told you so”.
No, it’s not a dream, nor is it even a nightmare, but a once upon a time live event. It’s written in stone, and confirmed to be my own. Yes, it’s my memory! These kind of “Say it isn’t so moments” may indeed go into the recycle bin, and we can even delete them, but they literally refuse to be sent into some black hole. Like computer data, these moments are stored away as memory. But unlike a computer which has limited storage capacity, our brain has more memory capacity than we could ever use. It’s our memories!
When a very young boy growing up in a very hot and humid region, my friends and I jumped into creeks of muddy and polluted waters, never even considering sanitation and infections. It’s hard to think about and even more painful to talk about, but the auto pilot connected to my ready and willing brain kicks in. When my ever present friend taps the recall button, delivering fresh memory to my brain, there is no denying its reality. It’s my memory!
We get to live only once in this life. So it pays to do ‘many things well’ , as much as possible. We cannot fast forward and live in the future either. So whether we are young or whether we are old we need not be controlled, nor should we allow ourselves to be patrolled by the deeds of our past; but we must dare to do our best and strive to keep our deeds as good and clean as possible. If no one else ever cares or finds out, there is always one who will never forget, and looks forward to entertaining or serving us. It’s our memories!
They are with us wherever we go. It’s our memories! They know everything that we know. It’s our memories! And they will follow us into the deepest snow. It’s our memories!