I Do Not Forget Much, Thanks To My Dad
But what happens when you are fortunate to be blessed with a good memory. One like the one my father has.
When I was growing up, my Mum never called him or reminded him of any of my or my siblings´ birthdays.
But at the end of the day when he arrived home from work, he always brought something to acknowledge whomever´s birthday it was. It was amazing.
Amazing because of all the trouble I see some people put themselves through when it comes to the matter of remembering an important date. They whip out their Smart Phone or Blackberry and enter the pertinent information with a special sound effect which serves as the reminder.
I am not perfect, I do forget things every now and again, but when I remember, I remember whatever information it is/was in detail.
And whenever I need to remember an important date such as a birthday or anniversary, I do not enter the information in a high tech gadget like a cell phone, Blackberry or electronic organizer.
I rely on this memory I have been blessed with, just like my Dad.
Thanks Dad.
Peace and Unity Begin with all of us
Yours Truly