The gift of memory, a wonderful little thing that allow us humans to function, communicate, live life, and learn. As we walk throughout our daily lives, there are skills we must learn, there are things we must do, and all of everything we do requires memory.
From the stupidest people to the smartest, IQ is not a measure of brain, its a measure of memory. How much can you remember? What can you remember? And to what detail? are the questions that determine how smart you actually are.
But, memory does come at a price, the price of pain.
While sitting at home with my family on Friday evening, listening to the droplets of rain drizzle down the gutters and the billowing of the heat coming from the air ducts, we sit down quietly and focus our attention to the most interesting thing in the room. The TV.
20/20, one of our favorite shows on ABC, its a good show to watch and you actually get something out of it when your done, try watching it sometime. But the segment we were interested in was "The Woman Who Can't Forget", the title of the book that's coming out this week. She, is truly, the woman who cant forget.
At the age of 12, she realized that she was living two lives. Different, sure. Unique, definitely. She was living one life in the past, and one in the present. Not only did she know everything that she did yesterday, but she knows everything she has experienced, the emotion, everything shes ever seen, heard, or wanted to remember. There are only a few things that she doesn't know.
Shes amazed the experts, dazzled the people she knows. But to herself, she has done nothing.
For memory of everything, yes you remember all the good things, but unfortunately all the bad things as well.
For you see, in a human life, there are things we all regret. But SHE can remember those things, we remember them dumbed down a bit, making them not as bad. But she, she remembers the exact words, the emotion, the feeling, the thought, and everything that happened. For she, is the woman who cant forget.
So, would you want to have unforgettable memory?
1 comment:
I'm not sure I would want thatkind of memory. I ran into someone from high school and I vaguely remember that he was a little bit of a jerk, but couldn't remember his name. It's just sad when you can't remember the good things either--which happened to me when I had a head injury. Since then it's been a little bit hard toremember some things. It's getting better every day though. Thanks for visiting Choir Teacher Blues!! My ankle is healing slowly.
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