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Sadly, for many of us, the most poignant memories are of the slights we have received. We remember the snubs of friends, the insults of enemies, the slights by family. I still recall public humiliations from events on the school bus 30 years ago. Things that should have been erased from my memory bank long ago still crop up in my weakest moment.
I feel like a dog, who continually returns to the soft spot in the back yard and furtively digs up a bone buried long ago. Like an old friend, I return to hurts from yesterday.
Instead of living in the Past, I need to bury the past.
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Well, just whack me up side the head. Do you have a secret video cam in my mirror?
Good post. Too true for all of us, and especially me.
I hope I'm not overusing this quote yet. I just saw it about a week or so ago, and it's rapidly becoming a favorite:
"Whenever the devil reminds you of your past, remind him of his future." ~ Unknown
I've replayed scenes of my past goof-ups too often.
Thanks for the post, and the reminder to bury the past.
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