Whilst enjoying my morning coffee at my favorite office away from the office this morning, I noticed a group of older gentlemen seated around one of the tables. Engrossed as I was in writing my assessments from yesterday, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on their conversation. Actually, several of this coffee klatch were apparently hard of hearing because the conversation was a tad loud.
I listened to these men recount their lives and they regaled the group (and those of us who were within earshot) with their opinions, thoughts, solutions, and then came the kicker….all the awards and recognition they had received. For some odd reason my mind recalled my childhood, seeing the faded names on tarnished brass or worn, barely recognizable names on dull placards; how many people actually remember those to whom these names had been given?
Don’t get me wrong, I find nothing wrong with awards and recognition, but such moments are fleeting yet we pursue these moments like a shark after a wounded fish.
As I sat there enjoying the stories of the men’s club my mind kept playing “Glory Days” by Bruce Springsteen. Without stories life would be so boring, but each day brings new tales to be lived and written. Me? I do not wish to be remembered. Yes, that may sound rather brutal, but I have no desire to be remembered by name. I wish to have touched people’s lives in such a way that they have no need to remember me because we are part of each other.
But that’s just me. Long live coffee klatches!