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The memory pill
I heard on the news today that scientists have developed a new memory
pill that looks very promising. They tested some tiny white mice who
learned to do a task one day and after taking the pill remembered how to
do it the very next day. I, personally think there is nothing new here. Every
once in a while a mouse gets into my house and it never forgets how to get
out when I chase it with a broom while screaming my head off. But let’s just
presume the scientists are on to something.
Where were they when I tried for years to get my kids to wipe their feet
when coming in from the snow or rain? I taught them that everything has a
place. They couldn’t remember the places. To this day they don’t
remember all the summer trips to Disney World, Cedar Point, Sea World,
Gatlinburg and winter weekends in fancy motels so they could swim.
Strangely, they remember every swat on the seat they ever got.
I have mixed feelings about the benefit to the aged. The other day I met a
woman in K-Mart who gushed all over me with warmth and admiration. I
didn’t have the slightest idea who she was. She said, “You don’t remember
me, do you? Maybe if I take off my glasses.” Finally she explained. “You
gave a talk at our church. I was the first one on the left in the third row.”
The last “talk” I gave in a church was 30 years ago.
There are many things in my life that I have worked hard to forget. I don’t
want to remember anyone who ever hurt my feelings, embarrassed me, or
treated me unjustly. I don’t want to remember all the mistakes I made.
There is nothing I can do about them now. Old age has enough problems
without carrying around all the baggage of the past.
I couldn’t possibly forget, with or without the pill, all those wonderful people
who gave me a boost along the way. I can never forget the wonderful
husband who made me so happy, or the friends who cheered me on every
step of the way.
It would be kind of nice, though, if I could remember where I put the car
keys when I got home from Bingo last night.
Email Beverly at www.bgarges@aol.com.
I heard on the news today that scientists have developed a new memory
pill that looks very promising. They tested some tiny white mice who
learned to do a task one day and after taking the pill remembered how to
do it the very next day. I, personally think there is nothing new here. Every
once in a while a mouse gets into my house and it never forgets how to get
out when I chase it with a broom while screaming my head off. But let’s just
presume the scientists are on to something.
Where were they when I tried for years to get my kids to wipe their feet
when coming in from the snow or rain? I taught them that everything has a
place. They couldn’t remember the places. To this day they don’t
remember all the summer trips to Disney World, Cedar Point, Sea World,
Gatlinburg and winter weekends in fancy motels so they could swim.
Strangely, they remember every swat on the seat they ever got.
I have mixed feelings about the benefit to the aged. The other day I met a
woman in K-Mart who gushed all over me with warmth and admiration. I
didn’t have the slightest idea who she was. She said, “You don’t remember
me, do you? Maybe if I take off my glasses.” Finally she explained. “You
gave a talk at our church. I was the first one on the left in the third row.”
The last “talk” I gave in a church was 30 years ago.
There are many things in my life that I have worked hard to forget. I don’t
want to remember anyone who ever hurt my feelings, embarrassed me, or
treated me unjustly. I don’t want to remember all the mistakes I made.
There is nothing I can do about them now. Old age has enough problems
without carrying around all the baggage of the past.
I couldn’t possibly forget, with or without the pill, all those wonderful people
who gave me a boost along the way. I can never forget the wonderful
husband who made me so happy, or the friends who cheered me on every
step of the way.
It would be kind of nice, though, if I could remember where I put the car
keys when I got home from Bingo last night.
Email Beverly at www.bgarges@aol.com.