I didn't have time to edit. Please forgive my mistakes.
I need a personal secretary. This person would be someone who keeps track of my life little compensation, besides my gratitude. I would never forget a commitment again.
One of those commitments was a wedding, and it was last night. I remembered there was something about the date, but in my rush through life, I couldn’t recall what it was. I woke up at three am and it hit me. My mind remembered I had a wedding to attend so I began to make plans for leaving work and driving out there, tonight.
Suddenly, to my horror, I realized it was last night. Now, I sit with egg on my face. I’ve committed a social crime of epic proportions and there is nothing left to do but slither off into my hole, never to surface again.
My friend, Debbie, was blessed with a kind heart toward animals. I think she preferred them to humans. When I met her, she had several dogs, a horse, and other friends. They became her therapists as she told them about her problems. Her love was reflected in the loyalty those animals showed to her.She called me one day to tell me one of her dogs had died and she couldn’t bring herself to bury it. She asked if I would take care of it. It was an honor to be trusted enough to show the kindness required for her best friend.
With all of life’s twists and turns, I lost contact with Debbie, until I discovered her on Facebook one day. She told me some of what she’d been up to and how proud she was of her kids. It was like opening a closet door and finding memories, shut away, and long forgotten. I realized I had a life before the life I have now.
When Debbie found out I am a writer, she told me to write about the old days. I considered it and realized, I already do. Every scene is a conglomeration of my life events. Every character is a composite of everyone I ever met or observed.
Now, my friend got married, and I missed it. God bless you, Debbie. I hope you’ve found the happiness you’ve been looking for all these years.
As for you, my writing friends, the blog I intended to post today, will be better by next week. Maybe I’ll have my secretary edit and polish it.
Anyway, good luck with your writing—see you next week.
6 comments:
Great story.
It's funny how our experiences and the personalities of people we know creep into our work everywhere. It makes sense, all those people add to who we are.
You've provided us all with some good food for thought. Thanks.
It happens. I have to write down all in a paper day-timer otherwise I will forget! Yes, our life does naturally slip into our creativity even if it's an alien with four heads-a characteristic trait is bound to be similar to something we have seen or experienced. Thank goodness our humanity can be subjective and objective.
I keep forgetting more and more, it seems. You're not alone.
Ann
I wish I had a secretary too. A similar experience happened to me once (also a wedding) but it all turned out okay in the end. =] *hugs*
You're in good company Keith. I do stuff like that all the time. It's so frustrating. But you know what? We're human. It happens.
And I have to point out that when I've needed support, you've NEVER forgotten. You're far more dependable than you think. Thanks for being a good friend.
It is so embarrassing when things like that happen. I rely on my cell phone's calendar feature a lot to keep me from missing things. I think i would be totally lost without it! I often have to go in and delete old events 'cause I use up all the memory!
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