Thursday I wrote about the act of courage I saw my friend Kevin Lee commit on a muddy, rain-swollen creek.
The newspaper company he works for asked him to write a first-hand account of what happened. Comparing his vision of what happened with mine creates an interesting juxtaposition in how people remember situations differently. In order to make sense of life in general and stressful situations in particular, we form a narrative of events in our mind. Often the narrative is flawed and exaggerated, not intentionally but because in order to understand what happened we have to fill in gaps with speculation that eventually hardens into facts (for the individual at least).
It seems that Kevin and I have about the same story, but there are still differences, and I’m sure if you talked to the two other people involved in the story you would get two more, slightly different, versions of the story.