Thursday, August 6, 2015

Life's Lessons Learned

I love history.  I especially enjoy reading old letters, diaries and journals.  They give an intimate view into the lives of those who came before.  I wish I could say I have been faithful to journal throughout my life. I've been sporadic, at best. Fortunately, my dad documented a good portion of his early life, so his kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids can know who he was, and what life experiences developed his personality, strengths, and weaknesses.

Diaries and journals document our stories so that, hopefully, when we depart this earth and all our life's possessions end up in a box...our journals will still be in that box for the next generation.

I remember receiving a diary for Christmas when I was eleven or twelve years old.  It had a little strap across the pages, and a lock and key so that my thoughts were kept private. Who knows where that little book is now?  I probably lost the key and it got tossed in the trash at some point in time.  I doubt seriously it would be very interesting to anyone but me. My life was pretty boring at twelve.  I might have penned how much I loved Paul McCartney, or that I wished the boys in sixth grade were taller.  At five feet four, I felt like the Jolly Green Giant on "dance day".  Thankfully, I stopped growing, and the boys didn't.

I found one of my incomplete journals from about 1999.  Here was my list of important lessons learned from life:

  • Be a good listener; you'll learn more than if you always have to be the center of attention in every conversation.
  • Be a faithful friend...someone they can trust with a secret.
  • Cultivate compassion. Learn how to empathize with other's pain. They don't always need answers to the hurts and sorrows. Just knowing you care and hurt with them is usually enough.
  • Think twice before you speak. Words once out of your mouth can't be taken back, though you may wish that they could.
  • Tell others that you love them. We never get tired of hearing it!

Copyright 2015Charlotte Laney
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