It has been often quoted that those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it. I think Santayana had it right.
I am home with an aching back, trying to take it easy, and I find myself drawn to the Smithsonian channel.I know my husband thinks it’s kind of morose, but I am one of those people who remember where I was when something happened.It started tonight with the Lockerbie Bombing in 1988, which occurred over Scotland the day before my birthday. Now they just did Charlie Hebdo bombing in Paris this past January. Now they are up to 9/11, when I so graphically remember being down town, how would I safely get home, and are my loved ones safe.
It is something that is bittersweet, I would agree.But, even more, it makes me put prayers up for our world.
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