There is a funny (the strange kind of funny) commodity within what happens when an inconsequential exchange triggers my memory, a recollection of powerful imprinted moments from our past; it’s partly re-living that etched moment. It’s partly a long look in the rearview mirror of life. I’ve been doing some of that lately. It’s a bit like watching the Groundhog Day movie; only that movie is our life, our documentary we keep replaying in our mind looking for a better ending.
What makes us tick is more rooted in where we’ve been than within how we think we tick …