It is late on a warm summer afternoon. He has read the paper and has had his tea. He relaxes in the garden while smoking his cigar, elegantly moving his hand to and from his mouth as if dancing a slow waltz in the air. The birds, ignore the lounging cats next to his chair and sing joyously as he gathers mental wool.
Years of memories flood each daydream moment because he, alone, is the proprietor of these stories. All the secrets of his past belong to him. Most don't even recognize the significance of this property. To them he is the kind, gentle man living amongst the lime trees at the end of the lane. They are not aware of his unusual talent to remember in detail what would only be vague recollections in their minds. His ability to summon images of days gone by have remained his secret for the duration of his life. Generous as he is, this is one treasure he has only rarely shared with others.
Something, though, is about to happen. Tomorrow he will open many of the chapters of this intangible property retained within him and release the floodgates of past events
He will begin to precisely write them down and share his inheritance with those coming and they will become sharers in his trust.
The writing of memoirs may seem inconsequential at times, but recording your story can bring about cause and effect that is life changing. Why? Because the written word clarifies. The documented account forms order amongst confusion. The repeated assessment of situations occurred in the "before" brings clarity to the equation of the "present". It explains stigmas and dogmas. It elucidates intentions; sheds light on; and demystifies the past.
