The summer in my rearview mirror (standard:humor, 911 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Sep 29 2013	Views/Reads: 2544/1931	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I awoke last Tuesday with a strange feeling I had missed something. Not only that, but I was shivering like a polar bear without his pajamas. I knew something was wrong but to put my finger on it was just too early in the morning for me. I like starting m

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recite it any which way I please. I particularly enjoy those memories 
that I share with no one else. Because then, I have the freedom to 
remember it any which way I please. 

I once listened to a very old woman share memories of her childhood. At
the time, she was in her early 90s. As I drove away from listening to 
her I thought to myself, I wonder how much of those memories were 
really true. Then again, they were her memories not mine. Who am I to 
judge? 

Also in looking back, there are those things we refer to as regrets. I
suppose everybody tries to live in such a way to keep regrets to a 
minimum. I have a long list of things I regret doing or saying or not 
doing or not saying. 

The one category of regrets I have are those things that I have done
that my wife knows about. Talk about memory? 

This brings up the difference between a husband and a wife. A husband
cannot remember anything and his wife cannot forget anything. But 
between the two, they lick the platter clean. 

The apostle Paul practiced the fine art of forgetting. He wrote,
"Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I 
do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto 
those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of 
the high calling of God in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 3:13-14 KJV). 

My rearview mirror is full and the temptation is to focus solely on them
missing the scenery in front of me. 


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