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DAILY JOURNAL - OR - DEAR DIARY Al Jones I don't have a lot of time to watch television these days. But as luck would have it, I managed to have some downtime last weekend. I had plenty of stuff to do, but as none of it was pressing, I took advantage of the moment and sat back to watch a movie with my wife. In it, there was one particular line that popped out and hit me between the eyes. I even remarked to my dearest, "Wow! That's an awesome line!" I'm going to share that line with you in a moment, and I'm sure you'll agree with me once I explain why it had such a profound effect on me. The vast majority of history over the centuries has been lost. The world's greatest stories will never be told because those stories were either never recorded, or else the paper on which it was written has long since been discarded, burned, or used to line the bottom of a bird cage. Archaeologists spend their entire careers, unearthing artifacts in order to piece together where we came from, how we came to be, and how we've evolved. Numerous historians have attempted to fill in the blanks based on the estimated timelines and context of these artifacts. Yet, despite this, few of us attempt to preserve the history we are presently living. There are services in which people spend good, hard-earned, money to try and piece together their own family's history. They send in DNA samples and attempt to trace their ancestry through research. If only their Great, Great, Great Grandfather or Grandmother had recorded where their parents came from, what they did for a living, and what achievements they contributed, much of the information that these folks seek, would already be readily available to them. My Father in-law, kept a pocket journal. Each evening, he would write in it. Sometimes it was as simple as stating what the weather was like on that day, where he worked, or who he visited. Other entries included deaths or births of family or friends. Sometimes, it may have been about an outing he was on or an event he attended. Out of all of his belongings, it's the journals that my wife brought back with her after laying him to rest. They don't get opened often, but they are there for her anytime she feels like taking a trip down memory lane. I sometimes have to pinch myself, folks. I've been blessed with the ability to record things that happen, people I've met and the stories I've heard. Kinda like writing in a journal, except I publish and get paid for mine. Every once in a while, I'll flip through some old copies of 'The Scoop', just to remind myself of stories I've long since forgotten. It saddens me sometimes, because I know there is so much more than I'll ever be physically able to capture. But at least I can capture some of the lessons I've learned, the more profound things I've heard, and the events that have shaped me spiritually and intellectually. Obviously, we'll never know what knowledge and history we are losing out on. But we can ask questions of our elders, listen to stories they tell about the history they've lived, and carry that forward. More importantly, we can record the things we feel are important or that we would like to be remembered for, thus ensuring that future generations will know us. With that in mind, we should live as we want to be remembered in the history records of future generations. We never know when someone, known or unknown, is recording us. It could be written, as I do, or digital via photos and video. We want those records to show us in a positive light, right? This leads me to that awesome line from that movie I saw last weekend; "We need to either write about something worth doing. or do something worth writing about."