What Do People Remember?

If I were to give this past summer that just ended a nickname, I might be tempted to call it “The Summer of Medical Visits”.  During my eight years so far in Washington, DC, I’ve done very well – all things considered – at staying OUT of doctor’s offices.  Between a  vehicular accident, back spasms and other difficulties in recent months, I’ve spent a considerable time with doctors and radiologists.

During one of my visits to the doctor’s office, one of the physician’ s assistants that looked after me noticed that I was reading a biography of C.S. Lewis so she asked about it and we chatted a  bit about his life and he having wrote the Chronicles of Narnira series.  As I often take books with me everywhere I go so that the travel time is redeemed and used for learning of some sort, I didn’t think anything of the encounter really except a chance to talk of a favorite author, some of his works, and maybe point that individual to reading Narnia again (and discovering the identity of Alsan).  Recently, that all changed.

During a recent doctor’s visit I crossed paths with that same physician’s assistant.  I didn’t realize it until she said to me: “reading another book again?” (this time I was reading an advanced copy of All-In by Mark Batterson, my pastor at National Community Church).  I looked up and replied that I’m always reading something.  It was her reply that caught me by surprise:  “you were reading a book about C.S. Lewis, last time I saw you right?”  That jogged my memory and I recalled the last time I had seen her this summer:  when I was reading the McGrath biography of Lewis for Inklings.  I was stunned that she remembered.  So I told her that I was actually reading another biography of Lewis (and that this biography is actually better than the one I read before, but that it wasn’t with me).  Therefore I mentioned that I was actually reading All-In during this visit.

As she prepped me for blood-work and took the blood sample, the discussion turned to how familiar I am with the poking and prodding of needles and how disappointed I was that my blood sample wouldn’t give another superpowers.  You know someone is decently witty when the reply is “…and I was hoping to sell it on the black market for that very reason.” Maybe someday that will change and my blood will give others superpowers (even though we often forget the hard places through which characters often walk to become superheroes…and  the examples are legion).  Until that day, comes I’ll look back at this incident as a lolipop moment but wonder which one of us the moment was for.

What do people remember about you (not what will they later, what do they remember now)?

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Author, Speaker, and Super Nerd. Aaron Welty speaks and writes regularly connecting the dots of life, faith, and science fiction. Originally from Michigan, he now lives and works in the Washington, D.C. Metro area.

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