Stuff That Matters In Life

I wish I can remember more clearly some of those precious times – going to Disneyland for the first time when I was about 8 or 9, my wedding day, my children’s first steps, closing my first real estate transaction.

But I’m glad that God did not give us a perfect memory.

I don’t remember my mother’s funeral. I don’t remember my car accident. I don’t remember the miscarriage of my first child. I try to bring up the pain, but I can’t.

It’s a good thing I don’t remember.

As for not being able to remember those good times – we should just go out and have a good time instead of reliving old ones.