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	<title>Comments on: Obama won&#8217;t be Lincoln (or FDR) for quite some time</title>
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		<title>By: Debbie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Debbie</dc:creator>
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		<description>Interesting perspective.  I have long had the opposite sense about history - that EVERY particular time is unique and that we are ALL living through history every day.  It&#039;s the small stuff, accumulated, that comprises the long-term trends, movements, cycles, and times on which history sheds its peculiar light.

My acute sense of living in history was developed from many incidents through which I have lived, incidents that I knew, immediately and without doubt, would be in future history books.  The campaign and election of Ronald Reagan in 1980 when I was 11 years old was the first I remember vividly.  It was the first election to which I paid attention, and we had many school assignments to help us understand the process and formulate our own opinions on the issues.  The Challenger shuttle explosion in 1986 when I was a junior in High School is another &quot;instantly historical&quot; moment for which I have very personal memories.  My visit to the Berlin Wall in March of 1989 didn&#039;t feel like history at the time, but I was there the week after the man who would end up being the last shot trying to cross to the West was shot.  I knew immediately and emotionally in November of 1989 when the wall came down that I was living in history - and I could NOT understand why so many of my fellow college classmates were not as glued to the television as was I.  And of course, I remember 9/11/01.

Perhaps my sense of living in history also comes from my belief that every life is a story to tell.  As a memory preservation coach who helps people organize and celebrate their memories, I am continually amazed at the rich significance of every person&#039;s stories and memories.  

We are history.  We make history.  We live history.  What&#039;s your story?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Interesting perspective.  I have long had the opposite sense about history &#8211; that EVERY particular time is unique and that we are ALL living through history every day.  It&#8217;s the small stuff, accumulated, that comprises the long-term trends, movements, cycles, and times on which history sheds its peculiar light.</p>
<p>My acute sense of living in history was developed from many incidents through which I have lived, incidents that I knew, immediately and without doubt, would be in future history books.  The campaign and election of Ronald Reagan in 1980 when I was 11 years old was the first I remember vividly.  It was the first election to which I paid attention, and we had many school assignments to help us understand the process and formulate our own opinions on the issues.  The Challenger shuttle explosion in 1986 when I was a junior in High School is another &#8220;instantly historical&#8221; moment for which I have very personal memories.  My visit to the Berlin Wall in March of 1989 didn&#8217;t feel like history at the time, but I was there the week after the man who would end up being the last shot trying to cross to the West was shot.  I knew immediately and emotionally in November of 1989 when the wall came down that I was living in history &#8211; and I could NOT understand why so many of my fellow college classmates were not as glued to the television as was I.  And of course, I remember 9/11/01.</p>
<p>Perhaps my sense of living in history also comes from my belief that every life is a story to tell.  As a memory preservation coach who helps people organize and celebrate their memories, I am continually amazed at the rich significance of every person&#8217;s stories and memories.  </p>
<p>We are history.  We make history.  We live history.  What&#8217;s your story?</p>
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