“Dipping into the pitcher of the past, his father often said, can only sour the cup of the present.”

“Dipping into the pitcher of the past, his father often said, can only sour the cup of the present.”

“I withdrew a small card from the pouch. The front of it was filled with lines of elegant, hand-lettered script. "What does it say?" Dad asked, leaning forward. "The Four Remembers of Life," I read. "Number one: Remember, you are unique. Number two: Remember, there is purpose to your life. Number three: Remember you are free to choose what you are and what you become. And number four: Remember, you are not alone.”

“Dipping into the pitcher of the past, his father often said, can only sour the cup of the present.”