Memories are made of this!

 Memories are there to treasure and enjoy.   When we are making scrapbooks (in the olden times) we could pitch a picture that was bad or of someone unrecognizable but now we keep pictures or discard them instantly.   I wish we could discard bad memories as quickly!

It is not in my nature to tell someone off and then try to get them to forgive me.  No, I walk off and give them the eternal silent treatment, never wanting to hear from them again.  I don't like confrontation and I don't like remembering when I have been hurt by people.   My mother, God rest her soul, was the same way and she would tell me so--Don't get even -- Let them go!

I watched a show last night on 60 Minutes about people who kill in  a mob scene and how they have the same gene in their brain.   Has this gene gotten hold of a nation?   Does it start by other people in their families walking away from them because they can't cope with their behavior?   

No man is supposed to be an island.  Who is the island, in reality!  The person who walks away or the person who is walked away from?   Too many questions but so few answers.  Put the discarded pictures together again.  This is all the time we have!