The other day, I watched a video of a pastor who talked about creating moments. He mentioned that people seldom remember things, but they remember the moments. Whether or not you agree with that or disagree, I can attest to the magic of moments.
I remember gathering with my brothers on the top bunk in their room for what we called our “weekly bed club,” to watch Saturday morning cartoons. I can’t help smiling as I remember being small enough to fit with two other people on a narrow bunk bed.
I remember running in Grant Park in Chicago, so excited to watch Buckingham Fountain (below) change colors.
I remember my English camp students in Wujiang, China, who were so excited to take me to a store where I could get the imported chocolate that I craved.
And yes, while I recall getting an Easy Bake oven for Christmas or a $100 gift card to Amazon, like the pastor said, the moments hit me on a deeper level. Moments like taking my mother to see the late, great Lena Horne—a singer she admired for decades.
The countless moments spent at the home of incredibly generous friends during my tenure on the grand jury. Their weekly dinner invitations were a balm after listening to harrowing, emotionally shattering testimony week after week for eighteen months.
Do you remember things or moments? How do you create moments?
Let me create one now. I’m a little rusty at this, so here goes.
Charles Yallowitz. . . .
. . . to receive
. . . a $50 Amazon card.
Buckingham fountain photo found somewhere on the internet. Charlie Brown kids from Giphy. Sign language for give found somewhere online. Lena Horne 1940s image from somewhere online.