It was the oldest box ever - marked "Greendale - Furnace Room." I opened it tentatively.
In the downsizing process of this last month, I was determined to check each box before throwing it out. I wondered if this was the box of my little green scribblers - my diaries - detailing my elementary school days? If so, I still couldn't throw this box out. It had been with me since leaving my home in the Fraser Valley. I had written them after reading the book by Anne Frank. I had so wanted to be a writer.... I was sure reading them would make me smile.
I opened the box and glimpsed the green scribblers, but what I didn't expect was the bundle of letters right on top. Letters? These wouldn't be from Cliff -- he came much later.
I glanced at the name. and was hit Immediately by a a tsunami of memories. They were from a boy - I'm going to call Aaron. When I was in grade 4 he had moved into our community. He was in grade 5, tall, and had McDreamy eyes.
I took out the letters and just held them. They now represented a moment in time. - two roads diverging in a yellow wood. A decision had been made - a decision that had made all the difference . In that decision there had been a road not taken. Now in hindsight, I could see the two roads outlined. I knew their destinies.
Back then, I had not been party to the decision. Was it the right decision? It looked different now? Do I forgive my father for making a decision for me....?
It is worth exploring.... now so many decades later.
You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. - Steve Jobs
In the downsizing process of this last month, I was determined to check each box before throwing it out. I wondered if this was the box of my little green scribblers - my diaries - detailing my elementary school days? If so, I still couldn't throw this box out. It had been with me since leaving my home in the Fraser Valley. I had written them after reading the book by Anne Frank. I had so wanted to be a writer.... I was sure reading them would make me smile.
I opened the box and glimpsed the green scribblers, but what I didn't expect was the bundle of letters right on top. Letters? These wouldn't be from Cliff -- he came much later.
I glanced at the name. and was hit Immediately by a a tsunami of memories. They were from a boy - I'm going to call Aaron. When I was in grade 4 he had moved into our community. He was in grade 5, tall, and had McDreamy eyes.
I took out the letters and just held them. They now represented a moment in time. - two roads diverging in a yellow wood. A decision had been made - a decision that had made all the difference . In that decision there had been a road not taken. Now in hindsight, I could see the two roads outlined. I knew their destinies.
Back then, I had not been party to the decision. Was it the right decision? It looked different now? Do I forgive my father for making a decision for me....?
It is worth exploring.... now so many decades later.
You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. - Steve Jobs
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