give me a hug...

Yes, I am a "T.A.L." whorebag... I already admitted to that in a previous posting.
Now that I have told you this twice, let's us move beyond that point and into what I want to discuss today.
In the TAL episode I was listening to today, a man described a time when he got into a fight with this other guy, because the other guy called his mom a nasty name.
Here's what happened:
A man and his mom were stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic (with his mom driving) and his mom didn't let a car get in front of her.
So, the driver of this car yells out a bad word at her and proceeds to very, very, very slowly creep away.
Of course, the son would not stand for this, so, with his blood boiling, he gets out of the car to confront the name-caller.
They end up fighting in the middle of the street and are eventually broken up.
The son gets back into his car and not a word is spoken until he and his mom reach their destination.
When they get out of the car, the son begins to apologize to his mom, and to his surprise, she throws her arms around him and says, "No one has ever done that for me before."

As the man is telling this story, he actually begins to choke up.
This grown man, with a PhD, who got into a fight in the middle of a freeway, began to cry recalling this story.
This fight has become a precious memory.
He was proud of what he did... and so was his mom.
She would tell this story at dinner parties, when friends came to chit-chit, when family came to visit...

It's interesting what people end up remembering and holding dear in their hearts.
Do I remember my last few days of high school?
No.
Do I remember what I did during my college graduation?
Not really.
Do I remember how I felt when I began my first "real" job?
Nope.
What I do remember was when I was in kindergarten and I reminded my teacher that it was movie day.
She was so happy with me that she bent down and gave me a hug.
I felt so special.