Tomorrow I have to take part in a "This is your Life" event for an old friend who has reached his 70th birthday. For as long as I can remember he has been the chief steward at our church, His job is to meet and greet people as they enter the church, and his memory for faces and details of people is phenomenal. He alwys has a cheerful smile and always remembers what your last problem was. He knows the names of your wife and children, He notices if you miss a Sunday and is quick to check up to see that you are not ill.
The trouble is, I am supposed to say something about him from my point of view that will be different from what everybody else will say. Try as I might I find this very difficult. You see, the sort of people skills that he has I lack. I really can't remember people's names. I rely on my wife to tell me who people are and what I should remember about them. I sometimes become unsure of the simplest things. I remember spending hours worrying about whether there was such a word as 'this' or had I made it up? I am very good at remembering bizarre odd facts and diseases. I just don't bother with the ordinary things of life. I can't remember what I had for dinner yesyerday, what I was wearing last Sunday, which month it is or whether I have sent so-and-so a bill. Unless I make lists, nothing gets done.
Now I can remember one thing about him. many years ago he did some wall-papering for us, and I realized afterwards that he had put one of the sheets upside down. But I wouldn't want to embarrass him by telling him that after all this time. We used to play cricket for the same team. On one occasion playing against the Plymouth Brethren I broke my leg. Someone, I think it was him, very kindly drove me to the hospital. I could remind him of that, but suppose it wasn't him. Would that embarrass him? Gosh! What a dilemma!