By the time I was 10 years old I amassed a stunning collection of over 1,000 baseball cards. My parents and grandparents gave packs of cards to me freely for all occasions and mostly because I was so excited to add to my collection. I loved knowing exactly which cards I needed to acquire in order to complete a certain deck or genre. I knew my cards so intimately that I, on sight, knew the statistics of that particular player. Let's say I was a knowledge keeper.
I spoke to a dear friend today whom inspired this post. He found it fascinating that over the nearly 30 years of friendship that I held the position of scribe and knowledge bearer and that this "keeper of records" might just come in handy one day. It already has.Read More