When Memory Turns From Bad to Good

Memory is a good thing. Memory can be very destructive. The difference is in the self, not the circumstance. Let me explain.

A family member [there are more than a hundred Schnell relatives, mostly in Oregon] worked with another family member. The worker guy fell asleep on the employer guy. The employer guy held on to that slumber for decades. At family parties gemutlichkeit wasn’t with everyone and “Kumbaya” wasn’t sung. Nope.

Another family member posed with the same, “How could that happen?” To himself. His middle name was grudge. Family conflicts happened. Then. As if God tapped him on the shoulder, he looked for a picture of long-time-ago, of a non-family-member friend. And, although it was probably there for over 20 years, bling, a tab appeared. He clicked. And life clicked, for the pictures told of days gone by when value prevailed. God still tapped, so my friend clicked on more than 50 pictures and had them sent to the foe. No comment. Just a personal way to move forward. It worked. By gone went.

Today when I read the linked article, it hit me square, why George W. Bush calls Bill Clinton a “brother with a different mother.”

Sure. We each can say why we did or did not vote for either for President. We can footnote all the “matters” that enraged us, or personally vindicated our vote.

Yet, last week, the two shared the deeper essence of who they are and their deeper values.

The novelist Peter Devries once described a character, “Down deep he’s shallow.” I’m convinced that can NEVER be said about George W. Bush or Bill Clinton.

What about me? What about you? What will the depth finder reveal?

Please. Read about depth and value:

http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/george-w-bush-bill-clinton-is-a-brother-with-a-different-mother/ar-BBEn2IE?ocid=spartandhp

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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