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Survivor Journals

Bob of If I Die Before I Wake has invited nine journallers to participate in a Cyber Survivor Adventure.

Every couple of weeks, the group will be issued a "challenge entry". The site will post a excerpt from the challenge entries, as well as the link to the complete entry found on the journaller's own journal site.

After the challenge entry is posted, the nine journallers will vote one of the writers off the site.

The "ousted" journaller will actually remain on the site, but rather than posting further challenge entries, they will act as a judge and commentator.

The first challenge entry has been issued, and can be found at the Survivor Journal website. The actual entries should be completed by
October 1, 2000.

Please take the time to visit, especially once the challenge entries are posted. There is a message board to post your thoughts/comments and also a instant poll where visitors can vote for who they would want to see kicked off the site.

The reasons behind Survivor Journals are simple.

1. To try something new.
2. Increase the interaction of the journal community.
3. The challenge.
4. Increased exposure to all journals involved.

So take a look around, explore all the journals involved.

If you would like to take part in Survivor Journals, Year Two (around Nov/Dec 2000), let Bob know!


November 11, 2000

The “If” collaboration project for November asks this question: If you knew that the world would end tomorrow, what would you do today? What memory would you want to hold onto for all eternity?

On the surface the first sounded like an easy question to answer. Obviously if I knew the world would end tomorrow, I would want to spend the day with the people I love most. But then I thought about the people I love most, and how many of them live so far away that the day would be spent in travel. Even if I had enough time, do I want to spend my day in an airport hoping for a seat on a plane that’s been overbooked? My last meal stale peanuts? My last hours cramped in a seat with somebody’s seat back in my lap? I don’t think so.

So if I can’t be with all the people I love most, how would I spend the last day of the world? Now that I’m getting out and walking more and actually looking at the world around me, I think I would like to go for a long walk. Appreciate for one last time all the beauty that there is to see. For some reason, this year the fall colors seem to be brighter than usual--or maybe I’m just noticing them more. I want to drink it all in, savor the smell of the flowers, feel the wet grass under my feet, look for shapes in the clouds in the sky and just maybe find a rainbow. I might drive up into the mountains, listening to some of my favorite music, and find a nice scenic overlook where I could sit and enjoy the peace and quiet and feel grateful for the opportunity to have experienced all I have in my time on earth.

As for what memory I would want to hold for all eternity, I’ve lived 57 years and there are far too many wonderful memories to choose just one. But maybe I can cheat. I’m a scrapbooker. Maybe I can make a scrapbook of special moments to hold onto for all eternity and maybe nobody would notice that I’ve brought more than allotted. What would go into my scrapbook?

Surely the memory of the birth of our first child. I’d wanted for so long to be a mother, the birth was an easy one and it was a triumphant moment of joy when that wet little thing was plopped onto my stomach.

I would like to hold on forever to the memory of David, at about age 2, running up the hill outside our house, his arms outstretched, his face one huge grin as he threw himself into my arms for a big hug. David was always a good hugger.

Can I forget the look of pride on Tom’s face when he came in to announce that his truck started. This was the truck motor he had taken completely apart and, with no previous experience and only a manual to go by, reassembled the entire thing. What an incredible day that was. (And he only had “a few pieces left over.”)

It would be nice to remember the night Ned won his big diving award, but I’d rather hold on to the day he did a huge belly flop off the 5 meter tower, swam the length of the pool to get past the pain, and then climbed up the ladder and dove off the tower again, this time perfectly. I can still feel how proud I was of him that day.

And into my scrapbook would have to go the sight of Paul being carried aloft after a stage dive, in front of a huge crowd at UC Davis’s Picnic Day. The picture hangs on our wall here at home and is a very special one.


My scrapbook would hold pictures of Walt interacting with the kids at all ages. How many times have I looked out and seen him playing or working with them. It’s always a beautiful sight to see. I’d have to include his excitement at flying to Boston this year to go to a Red Sox game with Jeri.

My scrapbook would have lots of pictures of the kids enjoying each other's company. That has been consistently one of the great joys of my life--how much our children loved and continue to love each other.

But perhaps if I really had to choose just one special memory to carry with me into eternity, it would be one of those private, personal memories that stay hidden in your heart, but which you bring out on occasion and gently examine with your mind, the kind of memory that makes the corners of your mouth turn up in a secret smile which causes friends to say "My, don’t you look nice today!" That would be a wonderful choice to hold for all eternity.


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