Things That Follow Us
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Some things just will not go away! The harder you try to forget them, the more they linger.
Take holidays for instance. Winter arrives and here comes Christmas. It has spread all
over the world, even into the farthest bush of Africa. The true meaning has been replaced with Kris Kringle, swapping packages, and
buying dad a quart of whiskey to celebrate the birth of Christ. Spring comes and Easter arrives. Bunnies, colored eggs and pretty
bonnets have replaced the original meaning of what Easter is supposed to be. Then there is Halloween. No one knows the origin of this
holiday. But is it really a holiday? It was originally supposed to be a Hallowed Evening (Hallowed ‘een) but has evolved to being
witches, goblins, and monsters.
The memory of the first girl a man ever kissed will stay
with that man as long as he lives (providing Alzheimer’s does not set in). No matter how many times that person marries, that first
smooch will always creep into the outlying reaches of his memory.
Remember that first old
Ford you owned? She kept jumping out of second gear. She ran so quietly one could place a glass of water on the hood and not see one
ripple, but she kept jumping out of second. Up until the day you sold her, she kept up the same pattern. No matter how many times
she was taken to the repair shop, the same thing occurred! About a month before she was sold, a smart mechanic finally realized that
the motor mounts were busted, causing the engine to slant backwards at an angle, thus the jumping out of gear! After you spent all
your hard-earned dollars to make her run right, and ready to sell, then you found out the truth.
Who could ever like snakes, especially poisonous varieties? They will haunt you every day of your life if you have ever been almost
bitten, or actually bitten, by one. Every tree root, every crooked item lying in the path becomes a fiery serpent.
It is certain that anyone who has ever received corporal punishment, by a parent, or especially at school, will never allow that incident
to perish from memory. If a parent used corporal punishment (when it was allowed a few years ago), the recipient holds that against
the parent until their dying day. It might have been only a couple of swats with a keen limb, but there it comes crawling up when
any troublesome moment arrives.
If the punishment happened at school, the teacher involved becomes the worst instructor a person ever
had. No matter how many other children liked the teacher, the one who received the embarrassing event of having to be punished in
front of the whole class, will take it to the grave.
Remember that first moving picture
show? The images seemed to come right out of the screen and become a part of the viewer. The viewer enmeshed themselves with the leading
character. Not once ever thinking that it was only a celluloid reflection. This has been permanitized as a very important and lasting
Who can ever forget the first time you stubbed your bare toe? You took great pains
soaking it in the creek, arriving home with, what you thought would be a permanent hobble, to have mom wrap a temporary bandage around
it, made from an old worn out dish towel or one of your siblings used up diapers! You thought you should have gotten a purple heart,
but it soon healed, depriving you of all the attention you received when you were first wounded.
How about the day you fell out of a tree, landing on your head, and had to be taken to the doctor for stitches. There was a real reason
for a purple heart! Your siblings all laughed until they saw the blood running down your forehead. It too healed, and was forgotten
soon, only to be remembered when one of your children or grandchildren did the same trick. That hurt you worse than your original
Why do humans keep all the unfortunate things that happen instead of the good
things? We move on to bigger flings, facing life with as much enthusiasm as possible, but tend to want to hold on to the negative.
We forget that any harassing situation is only to lead us to higher goals, greater achievements. Our minds tend to want to save each
of life’s setbacks from the cradle to the grave.