Memories - 2

This topic of our memories (meaning not our specific recollections, but our "memory banks") grew out of the fact that I received an email from a friend thanking me for recommending a product touted for treating arthritis. I immediately wrote back saying, "I don't want to embarrass you, but I don't know anything about that product and didn't recommend it."

But a little later, when I had more time to reflect, it occurred to me that it was possible that I had heard something on a broadcast or had seen an item on a news page recommending that product, and as the writer mentioned a need in that area I had come back that same day mentioning what I'd heard or read without giving it another thought. In other words, our memories can trick us. It wasn't really my memory bank I was relying on to form my first reply to my friend, but my logical faculties. I now know nothing about that product, ergo I never did know enough to recommend it. But it's possible that at some time I was impressed by something I heard or read and passed that on.

When you're getting a senior discount at the restaurant or tourist attraction, and even worse, without even asking for one, you start to panic and think such tricks of our memories are signs of advancing old age. But I remember (there's that word again) making the same kind of mistake when I was younger. I remember virtually vowing in a phone conversation one day, when I was probably about 40, that I had returned an item that I'd bought on credit, before stopping the payments. But when I hung up the phone and had time to reflect, I realized I'd been getting two things confused. I had a picture in my mind about how and where I'd made the return, but with more time to gather additional pieces of memory bank evidence, I realized that picture was about another item. I had to eat crow and send in the now past-due payment.

On Monday I mentioned having forgotten most of my history with the Blacklick Township High School Young Democrats Club back around 1957. On Friday I'll attempt to scratch beyond the surface of those vague memories or perhaps more accurately to say, blanks where memories should be.

—Webmaster Jon Kennedy

 Heard it before

"Duane, where's your homework?" Miss Malone said sternly to the boy, holding out her hand.

"I don't have it," the boy replied. "My dog ate it."

"Duane, I've been a teacher for 20 years. Do you really expect me to believe that story?"

"I swear it's true!" insisted the boy. "I had to force him, but he did eat it!"

— Sent by Mike Harrison

Lenten thought for today

Jesus' greatest work

His greatest work was achieved in those dark hours on the cross at Calvary. Christ's greatest work was His dying for us. "Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends" (John 15:13). Our friend laid down His life for His friends: for you and me.

—Anthony M. Coniaris
Daily Vitamins for Spiritual Growth

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