Never, ever, ever have I ever wanted fame.  As an introvert I prefer the shadows to the limelight.  Furthermore, if I am put in an even mildly public situation, I turn to jello.  Please do not point me out. Do not ask me to stand in front of a crowd. By all means, do not expect me to speak. I feel uneasy, I stumble over my words and I cannot form one coherent thought.  All of this leaves me looking like a socially awkward simpleton.

Other than being an introvert and wanting no attention directed at me, one of my mother’s mantras that was drilled into my head was, “Fool’s names and fool’s faces are always seen in public places.”  The message here was, “Do not do anything to draw attention to yourself.”  Especially anything embarrassing.

That mantra of my mother’s often comes to mind these days when I see politicians. They all must be equipped with extraordinary large egos. It seems their desire for power, fame and celebrity leads them to making claims which are undampened by reality. Maybe being a fool these days doesn’t carry the same stigma as it did in the past.

On the flip side I do hope to be remembered. Remembered by those who I have extended a helping hand. People that I have listened to or sat with in times of need, people I have given a place to rest, or people that needed help in a time of crisis whether financial or spiritual.

Yes, please remember me. I pray most will remember me fondly however sadly I am sure there are those who remember me disdainfully. In my heart I know I never did anything with malicious intent but sometimes spirits do not align.

A saying I have adopted as a motto was this one my grandmother, Alease Andrews, wrote in my autograph book when I was 12…”In the garden of your heart, let me be a forget-me-not.”

Remember what you will, just remember.