Monday, April 15, 2013

Are You Sure That Was Me?

A friend mentions, in an email, a dusty summer in Tucson in the early 90's when I took care of his orchids while he visited a girl he was seeing in the Bay Area.

I took care of his orchids?

I wonder what other deeds, good or bad, I have done, that others remember of me but which I have forgotten, and which redound down the years to my credit or shame?

I imagine the judgement day (if there is such a thing) goes something like this: the things we've done which we remember are put side-by-side with the things we have forgotten, and our self-image is shown to be, overall, only a small part of who and what we actually are.

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