I remember the day my tricycle careened down the steep hill, and sent me crashing onto the concrete. The accident sheered the skin off my left cheek. My mother ran down this steep hill to help me. Years later, I drove to the street where the tricycle tossed me to the ground. Something was terribly wrong. The steep hill was in fact a slight, gradual incline that wouldn’t raise a walker’s heart rate. I was so sure.
Nancy Stolen and I have been friends since Kindergarten at Dewey Elementary School in Evanston, IL. I have repeated this fact, making her my oldest friend. At the last high school reunion, Nancy decided it was time to set the record straight. Gently, she told me that she hadn’t come to Dewey School until the second grate. I was so sure.
I’m a political junkie. I remember when John Tower, TX, and Howard Baker, TN, came to the Senate with a group of other young men that were called the Young Turks. I remembered that George Bush 41 was a part of that group. But wait, John Tower was already a senator when George Bush lost his election. I googled ‘Young Turks,’ nothing. I was so sure about this piece of history.
These brief examples of being so sure only support what I know to be true. It isn’t what happens to us that is important, it is what we think happens that is.