As I mentioned yesterday,
my neighbor asked me if I could transcribe
his personal history.
I gladly agreed to do this.
He talked into cassette tapes,
handed me a walkman
and an extra set of AA batteries.
I'm not the fastest typer in the world,
and the whole time I prayed that
the walkman wouldn't chew up the tape,
because I remember those things can be finicky.
this neighbor of mine,
is, hands down, the best neighbor,
probably in the world.
Every Tuesday night he walks up and down the street,
pulling out everyone's garbage cans for
Every time it snows, he walks up and down the street,
with his snow machine, making a path
not only on the sidewalk,
but up to people's doors,
and to their driveways.
So, I was curious to find out about his life.
It wasn't like he did anything to
make him rich or famous.
He grew up,
like everyone else his age,
in tough times.
He's lived here for the almost all of his life.
Practically on the same street, even.
He went to school,
served a mission,
graduated from college,
raised a family,
things every one does.
It has got me thinking about
the quiet power of one.
He's lived a very regular life.
His quite service had taught me something.
It taught me before I ever knew the rest of his life.
It also got me thinking about
And what is it that I'm going to look back
Remember how I mentioned my journals the other day?
All 18 of them. I found three more in my drawer that
haven't made it to the bin yet.
These are all full, FULL of random details of my day to day.
What is it, that is REALLY important?
If I was talking to my posterity
what would I want to point out?
What would I share that might be truly relevant to my life,
that might be helpful to them.
What is really worth remembering??
I've just been thinking...