Putting It In Context
It is soothing to believe our respective lives are like stories moving from chapter to chapter as they arc from origin to a logical conclusion. With a story we can assign values to lessons and characters and integrate them into our arc.
I don’t think it happens this way.
I believe I am where I am (a rather pleasant place) due far more to luck and random chance than to artful stepping from stone to stone. My life is more like a scatter plot in which I overlay a line after the fact. The line is just something I use to connect the dots and, if I change the value associated with the dots, I can change the line; change the story. My life seems more like a collection of Polaroids than a movie. These are my Polaroids.
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I was surprised when I once saw a picture of me as a child for the first time when in my thirties. The image was one taken at a school event by a classmates parent. I had no idea where I was or what I was doing in the picture. It took me a while but I eventually realized my memory was far less sharp than I was giving myself credit for. Most of the distant memories of childhood were centered on the images in the dusty shoebox I find under my bed once a year when I move it to clean the floor under there.
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This is so well written. I cried when I read this. I heard you on the John Deprito show. Great work. I am sure you are so proud of your father, what great lessons he instilled in you. Empathy, resilience, respect, ethics, principals and giving back to mankind. Treat others as you want to be treated. Celebrate your fathers life.