Life just gets grander!! Look at these sweet little blessings in cute little human packages! I’m so grateful for them all! You never know when you’re a young Mama what a blessed and happy time awaits you when you become a grandmother. Each of these tiny souls has come into my life and made such a mark of love and happiness.
There was a story I heard once of person getting ready for a new child to come into their life. I can’t remember if they were parents or grandparents, but they couldn’t comprehend how they could love another child like they loved the one they already had. Like their love was only so much, and they had used all that love. Then someone told them that your love grows. Your ability to love increases. That is truth. I am amazed each time a new baby is born how much I love them, how much I can’t imagine my life without them.
The chorus to a very sweet Primary song says:
God gave us families to help us become what He wants us to be—
This is how He shares His love, for the fam’ly is of God.
God shares His love by giving us families. Children, grandchildren and sweethearts.
There are few people who influenced my teen years as much as Jeri. I was very lonely, insecure and needed a friend that wasn’t family. Family has to love you, friends don’t, they choose to love you. Of course I needed my family too, but I found a friend and confidant and mentor in my hero, Jeri. I called her Mom sometimes, because she was another Mama to me. Let me describe her if I can-Jeri was a very regal and gentle woman. She was soft spoken and polite, and very proper. She had a flare for decorating and celebrations. She could put together a party that was fun with a theme that was undeniably clear.
When she was my church young women leader, we went to her home for an oriental dinner. I can’t remember if it was Japanese or Chinese. Let’s just say Asian. She had all the long tables on blocks close to the floor so we could sit on the floor and eat. The tables were laid out with beautiful tablecloths and the perfect settings and decorations. I’m sure we tried to use chop sticks, but ended up using forks. She served stir fry. The meat was tenderized to perfection. It was delicious and a blast!
She had a beautiful home where I felt safe and loved. She was always busy with recipes and had a dream to write a recipe book. She had a closet in her home just for Root Beer Mugs, platters, soup tureens, china, pitchers serving ware that was like going to visit the homewares area of a department store. It was heavenly.
She loved all the church buildings in Salt Lake and would on occasion take us young women to the Lion House for lunch. What a treat! She loved a little restaurant called Dixon Pies. She would take us to get pie and sometimes even lunch. So much yum!
One time we were meeting with our church group up at Bear Lake. I got to ride with Jeri, and talked her into letting me drive her canary yellow Cadillac. It was a peach! We told her we knew the way and ended up in Idaho, and had to make a big circle to get to the lake. She was so cute about it, too. She just laughed and said it was a fun little adventure. She was so sweet and patient with us.
At Christmas time there was always a beautifully decorated tree positioned in the center of the living room window. It would have a theme and that theme would continue around the home. The living room was always perfect. In fact the whole home was something to behold. It could have been in a magazine! Maybe it was?
She loved little Shelty dogs. She had a few in the time I knew her and they always had sweet names like “Lady” or “Missy”. They were beautiful dogs.
She was a stalwart defender of God and Faith. It was evident in her example and the life she lived. She wasn’t perfect. In fact she was hard on herself. I would visit and we would sit for quite sometime visiting about the things that are important in life. She was divorced and very sad about that, but she didn’t focus on it, too much. She struggled with some health issues and did her best to keep her chin up.
She worked in the Temple and loved her time there. She volunteered as a greeter at Temple Square in Salt Lake City, and enjoyed being in the middle of the church sites. Her love of the gospel of Jesus Christ was an important thing to her and I’m sure she shared it as often as possible.
When I got past my awkward years, and maybe I’m still awkward, she continued to be a wonderful support. She came to the airport when I left for my mission. She would deliver sweet notes to my mailbox saying, “Just thinking about you! Love you! Mother Hen”. What a thoughtful lady. I always wanted to be like her. I knew I’d have to scale down a bit, because I would never have the big, beautiful home she had, but I learned so much from her that I knew I could try to be like her, in my own way.
After I married and had my first little guy, I brought him up to her house to show her. It was precious. She took him from me and doted on him, telling me how beautiful he was and what a good mama I was going to be. Every young mama is overwhelmed and a little scared and she helped me to believe in myself. I thought, “I can do this.”
She passed away as a young Grandma. She preferred to be called “Nannie”. She was way too young and left a hole. If she were here I’d tell her how much she means to me. I’d tell her she made the difference in my young awkward years. I’d tell her that sometimes when I’m decorating for a party I think of her and think she’d be proud of my all around party abilities. She will always be a hero to me. She is a lady, an example, a mentor and most important friend. I love you, Mother Hen!
In elementary school in my 6th grade year, there was a year end event called the Pentathlon. It was a fun and challenging competitions in 5 different areas. I looked up Pentathlon on the internet and laughed. We didn’t do those events.
The events in the Olympics are: Fencing, swimming, riding (horseback), shooting, and running. I’m sure because we were a small town school those in charge just came up with events that could be done with little to no expense.
Fencing-is a group of three related combat sports. The three disciplines in modern fencing are the foil, the épée, and the sabre; winning points are made through the weapon’s contact with an opponent. The equipment alone is expensive and not an option for a lot of people.
Swimming-This is a single 200 meter freestyle swim. The faster you swim the more points you get. A time of 2 minutes 30 seconds gets you 250 points. Of course we had no pool, which meant no swimming.
Riding Horseback-Athletes attempt a show-jumping course with 12 obstacles. Athletes do not bring a horse to the event; they are assigned an unfamiliar horse and have 20 minutes to practice with the animal. Completing the course scores 300 points with points deducted for penalties.
Shooting and running-The times for this race are staggered based on the competitors scores from the first three events. Athletes run 3200 meters (not quite 2 miles), with four stops to shoot at targets with a laser pistol. They must stay at the stop until they hit five targets (with an unlimited number of shots) or until 50 seconds have past. The placing in the overall modern pentathlon is based on position across the finish line. Pistols aren’t allowed in schools, so that one is out too. It sounds so fun, but would be such a challenge after you’d been running. Being still and aiming to hit the target would be hard.
Our Pentathlon consisted of: a 50 yard dash, a basketball shoot, high jump, long jump and something so memorable that it slips my mind. I had so much fun! I ran so fast. I made lots of baskets. I jumped so high, and jumped so long, and the thing I cant remember? I must have done that good too, because I took first place in all the girls in the school!! And 2nd place in the school counting all the boys!
I was so amazingly athletic in elementary school, but not quite as much so later in junior high and high school. I did compete in gymnastics and diving for the swim team in high school. I loved working my muscles and feeling like I pushed myself to be better.
Back in 1990, my Dad had given us the opportunity to travel to Los Angeles for the wedding of a dear friend. He won airline tickets in a Handball Tournament and didn’t want to use them. So he gifted them to us so we could go. Sandy was my first companion and trainer when I was a missionary in Texas back in 1983-84. She was getting married in Los Angeles because the Oakland LDS Temple was closed for renovations. She lived in the Bay Area.
We were really in no position to go on a trip. Very little money, and small children we’d have to leave behind, were the main things that should have had us thinking twice about going. But…I love her, she’s my friend and we can just be so careful about spending and make it happen.
We decided to go! We loaded us our carry on luggage with snacks and got on the plane. A few things I should say about this trip are, the only definite things were- “But, she’s getting married Saturday in the LA LDS Temple, and we’re staying across the street in the Travel Lodge Motel!”
We had no idea how we were getting to the motel. We had no idea where, when or what we were going to eat. We had cash, a little. When the cash was gone, we didn’t have any other way of paying for anything. This is before credit cards, cell phones and all of the conveniences we enjoy today.
On the plane I sat by a guy who was going home from BYU. This usually means he’s a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He offered to take us to the motel from the airport. Wow! That was a miracle. I had found out he was traveling back to BYU the same day we were going home and I was hoping he’d offer to pick us up on his way. He didn’t. I thought, darn, but we’ll be ok.
We got to the motel and happened to see my friend, Sandy. She was staying at the motel too. It was right across the street from the temple so that made sense. We went to bed and got up early on Saturday for the wedding, and walked across the street. It was beautiful. They had a nice dinner after at a local restaurant.That was another miracle. We didn’t have to buy any food. When we got hungry we snacked on our snacks.
Sunday we went to church at the little chapel right next to the temple. It was very nice and fun to see how this tiny ward belted out the hymns. So much spirit!
Monday, Sandy had asked us on Saturday if we wanted to tag along with them to Disneyland for the day. We said yes! We had enough money. We rode together and then split up for most the day, after all they had just got married. That evening they treated us to a movie in a nice California Theatre. She said they are bigger and more amazing than the ones in Utah. We went and had a fun time.
When we flew home, I can’t even remember if it was Tuesday or Wednesday, but we knew we didn’t have enough money to get a taxi. We decided to ride the bus. It was something else. I wouldn’t even ride the bus in Utah, let alone in LA with luggage. Just to make sure I knew what to do, I called the LA Transit and talked to a really nice lady who gave me directions. Where to get on and all the particulars. The most important thing she said was, “Whatever you do, DON’T get off the bus.” I thanked her and we headed for the bus stop. We got on the bus and as we’re traveling I see things the lady told me I would see. I was feeling confident for a while, but then it felt like to much time had gone by. Then I saw a street sign. It was one that she must have mentioned . I thought maybe we are supposed to get off here, and go the other bus stop on that street. We get over there, running with our luggage and then I felt like I made a mistake. I called the LA Transit again. This nice lady answered and I tell her what I’m trying to do. She says, “I told you not to get off the bus!” I said, “I know, but I got confused when I saw the street sign.” She then proceeds to tell me that all the buses end up at the airport, eventually. Well, why didn’t she tell me that before. Haha. We got to the airport with moments to spare, running to catch our plane.
We made it to Salt Lake City where Brett’s dad was waiting to take us home.
Rhonda-across the street and down the hill was another friend, Rhonda. She was the baby in a family with about 12 kids. We were only five years old and she was already an aunt. We used to ride branches on trees like they were horses bouncing up and down. One time I got new red Keds, and came to show Rhonda. She was in the bathtub, so I straddled the bathtub to show her and fell in and got my brand new shoes wet. I was really sad. We spent hours playing in the little creek near our homes. Then we moved up the road, too far for little kids to walk, so I would see Rhonda at school but we didn’t play together anymore. I run into her even now 50+ years later and we hug and visit like usual.
Kati-I only remember playing at Kati’s 2 times, and maybe it was the same time just a sleepover. We rode snowmobiles around their fields. It was fun and exciting to do something I’d never done, also something I wouldn’t do again till after high school. I remember her mom made me a soft boiled egg for breakfast. It tasted good, but I’ve never had one since.
Martin-my mom would leave at Martin’s to be tended. I might have been about 6-7 years old and my favorite thing to do there was play in the barn. We would play in the tack room, sitting on the saddles pretending we were riding horses. if you click your tongue and move your hips it’s pretty close. It smelled so good, hay and leather!
Dawn-she was not a very kind friend. It seemed like I was always available to play and she wasn’t. She lived around the corner and most of the time she couldn’t play and if she could and would she was not very nice to me. I guess when you are lonely you will put up with a lot. So we played when she was in the mood, which wasn’t often.
Michael-my first “boyfriend“. We were in 3rd grade. He was adorable. Blonde curly hair, blue eyes and he thought I was cute too. He wore this fancy leather vest everyday, with long fringe on either side of the chest and across the back. It started about chest level going across horizontally and hung down to the bottom of the vest. It would dance around as he walked. One day I told him I thought his vest was neat and he took it off and said I could wear it. That‘s when I knew he thought I was cute, too. I felt so special. He let me wear it everyday.
New life-Trees with buds and flowers blooming, baby chicks, baby lambs, and babies all around. More sunshine and warmer weather. What blessings!
Pretty dresses-Each little girl wearing a new dress for Easter. It’s a special feeling to get cleaned up and put on a new pretty dress to go to church and sing and pray. To remember Jesus on Easter morning. As a little girl Easter was the only time I got a new dress, and sometimes new shoes! In my bedroom, I would hang my dress where I could barely see it in the darkness as I fell asleep. My shoes would be positioned next to my pillow in their box in my bed, so I could reach over and touch them or look to make sure they were still there. I felt so special that I could have new and beautiful things.
Egg Hunts-Fun times with kids and grandkids hiding and finding the eggs. As I’ve gotten older and can host or help with Egg Hunts it is so much fun to get everything ready for the kids to come. My Darlin and I work hard on the yard to make it look nice, and invite all the grandkids to come and hunt. The are so adorable and seeing them having fun is the best. When I was a kid, eggs would be hidden around the house. We would search and search. Funny thing is we would almost always miss one and find it a month or two later.
Sweet Treats-Baskets with treats and candy. Some people don’t believe we should give kids candy in abundance. Well, we don’t have candy all the time, but when I was a child it was so fun and unusual to get candy and a chocolate bunny in my basket. To me it gives all of us something sweet to look forward to in life. Landmark dates that keep us going and celebrating life. Treats are a must!
True Love-Most important and overwhelming is the love of our Savior, Jesus Christ who gave all for us. And our Father in Heaven who gave us a plan and way to learn and grow, because He loves us and wants us to become more! He knew we would make mistakes and need a Savior. When I think of the death of Jesus and all that happened on Good Friday I get so sad. I can think about it but it hurts to think of all He went through. I’m so grateful for Sunday morning and for His resurrection. It is finished. He accomplished what no-one else could do and because of Him we all are blessed. I love my Heavenly Father and His Son our Savior.
When I was little, I had a tricycle. I loved my tricycle, and rode it as much as I could. Some days were snowy days, and some days I was busy doing other fun things for playtime. I remember one year it was Christmas time, and I found my tricycle in the basement in Dad‘s room where he did projects. I was surprised to find it there, and wondered what Daddy was doing with it. On Christmas day I received a tricycle that looked a lot like my tricycle, but was a different color. How fun to get a new tricycle in a new color to ride and enjoy! Many years later, and many Christmases later I was one of the parents with little children to surprise on Christmas morning. In the garage hidden in the back was a Wonder horse that had belonged to Riley years before. He had outgrown it and I thought he forgot about it. My Darlin and I thought we would paint it up and give it to Alex for Christmas. Early on Christmas morning the kids woke us up excited to check out their presents! It’s always a fun time on Christmas morning. As each of the kids surveyed their gifts, I noticed Riley checking out Alex‘s horse. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. Then he said, ”Hey.., that looks a little like my old Wonder horse.” I said, “Hmmm, I thought your wonder horse was in the back of the garage.” and he said, ”Oh yeah!” and then continued playing with his toys as happy as could be. Another Christmas, Riley had asked for a mountain bike for Christmas. Weeks before Christmas came my Darlin and I had found a bike in really good shape at a yard sale and decided that this would do for Riley‘s Christmas. Christmas morning came Riley surveyed his toys and came up to the mountain bike and said, ”Hey, this bike is used!” all the kids stopped what they were doing a looked. I had to think fast and said, “Well, maybe it is. Maybe Santa gave it to another little boy that didn’t appreciate it and so now he’s giving it to you.” Riley looked at the bike smiled and said, “This is a great bike!”
As children, we never realize the sacrifice our parents make to provide for our needs and our wants. It isn’t until we become the parents that we see how much love really goes into the gifts that are given. My parents were doing the best they could, and me and my Darlin as parents were too. The most important part of getting and giving gifts is understanding the heart of the person giving it. Most people are doing the best they can and we should appreciate that.
Teaching our children to love and appreciate what they have and what they get is the very best gift we can give them, and I’m so grateful my parents gave me that gift!
In The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints we don’t have paid clergy. Everyone helps and serves. We often take turns doing responsibilities. Right now the leader of our congregation is a wonderful man whose full time job is to work at the local fire station. He donates his time without pay to help members who need help, and to keep us all organized.
A congregation is called a ward. There are lots of people in a ward, maybe 500 or so. There are organizations within the ward that are for specific groups. There is the Primary, where the little kids meet. The Young Women and Young Men where the kids that are 11 years old up to 18 meet. The women’s organization is called the Relief Society, it’s almost 180 years old. The Elders Quorum where the men meet. When we go to church after our big main meeting called Sacrament, we go to our separate rooms and learn some more about God, life and being good.
I starting wondering if I could remember all the responsibilities/callings I’ve had in my 60 years. I’m sure I’ve missed some and we don’t really serve until we’re 18+ years old, so in the last 42 years I came up with 29 Callings or responsibilities I’ve had in my life.
Nursery-18 months-3 years old
Missionary-I served in Texas in the 80’s for 18 months
Sunday School-17-18 year olds
Teaching Relief Society
Relief Society-2nd Counselor
Homemaking Leader-Relief Society
Teaching Relief Society-Spiritual Living Lesson
Teaching Relief Society-Compassionate Service Lesson
Relief Society 1st Counselor
Relief Society President
Young Women-Camp Director
Relief Society-Visiting Teaching Coordinator
Ward Librarian
Primary Teacher
Relief Society-Homemaking Leader
Primary Teacher
Scout Leader-Wolves-8 year olds
Assistant Camp Director
Primary 2nd Counselor
Young Women President
Primary Teacher
Relief Society Teacher
Primary President
Family History Consultant
Ward Missionary
Relief Society Teacher
Young Women MiaMaid Adviser
Primary Teacher
Family History Consultant
I have always learned lessons from my callings. Some I learned more from than others. And sometimes the ones I learned the most from were because they were very hard for me.
When you get a calling, the secretary to the Bishop calls you and says, “The Bishop would like to meet with you, can you come ______,” Then you worry until you see him about what he wants. I’ll be honest, sometimes I knew what he wanted. I had already received a feeling or confirmation in my heart/mind about what was coming. Those times I didn’t worry as much, because I knew God was calling me. I knew He would help me to serve. Not that He wasn’t calling me for other callings. I believe the Bishop and his counselors pray and ask God if so and so is a good fit for this or that calling, at this time. Maybe I’ve felt it in my heart when the calling was big.
When I was just 29 years old I had just had my third child. I was in the middle of motherhood. Up to here, with the daily routines. I was very overwhelmed, but I knew I was going to be the new Relief Society President. I don’t know how to explain it, but I knew it was coming and I knew I could do it. As I met with the Bishop, I thought about all the things going on in our little home. I thought about all of the things God was asking me to do, and all of the time I would need to spend loving and caring for the sisters in our ward. As I was set apart by the Bishop and he placed his hands on my head and pronounced blessings and promises which I knew would help me, a feeling of peace came over me.
Some how I found time to visit, organize and love all of the sisters in our ward. I had chosen to quit breastfeeding my new baby a few months after he was born, and realized it was a blessing that I could just hand him over to his dad if I needed to be somewhere, or help someone. I loved serving the women in our ward and felt so blessed by their love and goodness.
A few months into my calling as Relief Society President, I was diagnosed with postpartum depression. I was pretty much maxed out. I don’t know how I did it, except to say that Father In Heaven had been helping me to complete my responsibilities. He was blessing me with some strength I didn’t even know I had. I also learned that many sisters in our ward had depression. One of the sisters said she had prayed that God would call a president that actually understands depression. I did, and the Bishop was checking on me often to see how I was doing. I would let him know that I felt like I could keep going, I knew I was being sustained by heaven and all of the sisters.
On January 1st I received a call that has forever changed me. I was called to help at the hospital and be there for the family, where a couple from our ward had just been killed by a drunk driver. They were taking their son to the hospital in the early hours of the morning with what they thought might be appendicitis. As they drove up the street they missed the turn to the hospital, and had just slowed down to make a u turn when they were broadside by a car going way too fast! The husband was killed instantly, and the wife died shortly after arriving at the hospital. She was pregnant. The son they were taking to the hospital was ok, and didn’t have appendicitis. I have never seen such sorrow and devastation. News of the tragedy went through our ward and most of us young parents thought about what would happen to our kids if we were suddenly gone. The Relief Society is usually in charge of the meal for the family after a funeral. Watching all of the family grieve was almost more that I could stand. I told the bishop maybe it was time for me to be released.
I think about this sweet couple every New Year. I feel sorrow for their loss and worry for anyone who might be out and about on that day. I am always telling family to be so careful and watch for drunk drivers. I prefer to stay home to bring in the New Year.
Callings and responsibilities can have that effect on you, changing you forever. I will never forget the lesson’s I learned, and the challenges I overcame as the young and overwhelmed Relief Society President of our ward.
I’m not a super hero, but I do have a super power.
My little brother says, we remember what’s important to us. Well, I must consider birthdays very important. Maybe I didn’t get enough attention when I was younger on my birthday, I don’t know, but I love my birthday, I love celebrating and I love remembering other peoples birthdays and special days.
For as long as I can remember I have had a good memory for other peoples birthdays. I can remember other special days, too. I don’t know for sure how it happens, but when I explain it to others they like to tease me. Example: I’ll say, “Well, I was almost full term pregnant with Kelsey when Scott and Stacy got married. I was big and uncomfortable at the wedding, and Kelsey was born a week later on July 21st. So I know their wedding anniversary is July 15th.”
So family will say, in jest- “The moon was rising over Sagittarius and Jupiter was falling…” like it is a magic ability, or power. Well, if I do have a super power this is it. If you asked me the price of bananas, I have no idea and never have. I can’t remember any prices, ever. I don’t know if what I’m shopping for is a good deal, because I can’t remember what the price of hamburger is per pound. If I need bananas, I buy them. If I need hamburger I buy it, but forget a birthday? Never!
For example: in January these are the birthdays, Brad-2nd, Lizzie-2nd, Indie-6th, Nancy-9th, Ian-16th, Vickie-17th, Monroe-22nd, Kiefer-23rd, Liam-23rd, Lilli-30th, Colin-30th, Abby-31st. I typed all of these from memory except 2. I had to check, but not too bad.
I have made lists of birthday, and anniversaries and shared them with the rest of the family. I may have even saved someone from missing an important birthday. Just sayin’. In that way I may even be a super hero!
I love my family, my people. I have chosen to send a birthday card to each family member on their birthday. It takes effort, but I want them to know I love them and I want them to know they are remembered on their special day. Most the time I don’t hear back from them. That’s ok. The ones who say thank you are always so glad I took the time to remember them. I just got a message from my niece who is serving a mission in Germany. She got her bday card and loved it. When your away from home and you get mail it’s the best!
Maybe that’s it. When I was a missionary I loved mail. When someone takes the time to send a letter it means they thought about you to think about doing it, then they thought about you while writing the letter/card, then they thought about you while getting/writing the address, and then one more time while dropping it off at the mailbox! So much loving thoughts.
They acknowledge our steps along the road. They let us savor the joy, yet again. They inspire laughter and shenanigans. They embrace pageantry and tradition. They ask us to close our eyes and make a wish for the future. -Tiffany&Co.
One of the things that have evolved in the history of mankind is the need to remember something. Maybe a hundred years ago or so, you might have to remember a combination to a lock, or locker. You might have to remember where the letters were located on a type writer. You would have to remember how to drive a car, or a car with a stick shift.
In the period of time I live in it has gotten very complicated. I am still trying to come to terms with the amount of change and detail I feel overwhelmed by on a daily basis. My number one pet peeve and it is something I deal with everyday, is passwords.
In the world we live in you need at least a few passwords to function. In this world there has been evil almost from the start. If we could trust everyone, we might not need locks and passwords and so many things to remember. But for now, this is what we get.
Even the most basic function of taking care of keeping your money safe is more complicated. If you have a bank account you can use your plastic card to get money out of the bank, but you’ll also need a 4 digit pin (like a password) to finish the job. This is a private, secure, random number that you must remember. It really should not be written down, to keep it secure.
If you want to receive email, besides the mail you receive from the mailman (snail mail, as it’s called), you need to make sure you have access to a computer, this is called being “Online”, then choose a provide; Gmail, Yahoo, Hotmail, Outlook, etc. Don’t ask me how to make the decision on who to use as a provider, cause I don’t know. Then you decide what your email address will be. Some people use cleaver emails, like i.like.cats@example.com, or betty_better_best@funexample.com. It is quite an ordeal to even come up with your address. Then check and see if it’s available. If it’s not available then someone else picked it first. The hardest part is next- decide on a password. It must be at least 8-10 characters long, use numbers and letters and symbols. Then after you decide and have a really creative password, never forget it…except when you do, then you have to reset your password and come up with another really creative password. Sometimes my fingers hit the wrong keys, and it says my password is incorrect. This is sooo frustrating to me. I take it personal. I am offended! “What the ______!” “No dang way!” “Oh my h___!” If I forget or have to reset my password when I’m away from home and can’t write something to see if it is creative, I just come up with something on the fly and then I may never remember it again. My brain was not built to remember passwords.
If you want to shop online, check on your kids progress at school, be a part of Social Media- which means checking out what everyone else is doing in their life (Online), you need multiple passwords I have hundreds of passwords. I hate them! They make me crazy! I do have a place where I keep some of them besides my head, but it is even more confidential than my passwords.
Even though I can do lots of things because of passwords it feels like how I imagine hell. You are in a place where you want out. You can see from a distance things to do, nice things to see, places to go. There are old friends and new friends over in the distance, but you can’t go, because you don’t remember your password. They have helpers to help you reset your passwords, but because you’ve done it so many times nothing sticks anymore. “Nope, nothin in my noggin!”
Now all of this is the best case scenario. The worst is if someone finds out your password, they can do serious damage to your life. They can take your money. They can take your identity and pretend they’re you, shopping online and scamming your friends on social media. Why? I have no idea, except they are annoying and evil. These people apparently have brains made for millions of passwords or least know how to use a computer for that. They not only have their own, but try to find out everyone else’s passwords. Losers!! I don’t know what the answer is except to just keep making really cleaver passwords and forgetting them. It is the world we live in.
My hope is someday we have a better world without passwords and losers!
Maybe that’s death. I sure hope I don’t go to password hell.
