“Stories are important cognitive events, for they
encapsulate, into one compact package, information, knowledge, context, and
emotion.”
For the longest time stories were the way to past down information
from generation to generation. These stories were meant to describe the working
of the world and the follies and successes of men. However with the even
increasing rise in literacy stories, and storytelling, have gradually begun to
fall by the wayside and have been pushed farther down from view in both to
relay information and entertain. However, with the ability to rapidly gather information
stories are becoming more and more prevalent in our world and are becoming more
openly embraced than before.
Its funny to remember Pink’s interview with Oprah and to see
one of the most basic ways we tell a story, “how was your day?” Pink is right
when he says we don’t whip out a chart and start showing the percentages of
what we do in a pie chart, but rather we explain what we did in a chronological
and story like fashion.
To think back on any memory I have each one is in clear
detail. Why? Cause I have a story with it that has a beginning, middle, and end
even if they get a bit to long winded at times. These stories envelope all of
my senses(Which oddly enough fun fact: the sense of smell is one of the best
for memory), relay the emotions I was feeling, and envelope the listener into
my view.
Here is a shot at my point.
I’m walking up a 45 degree plus angle and every few feet or
so I have to stop due to exhaustion. I take full breaths but each stop the
breaks are getting longer and longer while the oxygen in air is getting thinner
and thinner. The rocks under my feet appear much more uniform in size and look
sharper and less weathered than the ones hundreds of feet below. Finally I
reach the top gasping for air and just sit down to relax my tired lungs. Though
its over 90 degrees at the base of the mountain on the top its easily 20
degrees cooler and windy. There isn’t anything higher around us for several hundred
miles and a feeling of being on top of the world starts to take over. Though
the air below smells fresh this air feels even cleaner. As the beads of sweat
start to stop rolling down my forehead I begin to realize this is the highest
my feet have ever taken me. As we break for lunch the crew and I tell jokes and
stories and laugh while we our modest lunch that was adequate at best. After a
couple of hours that only feels like maybe 30 minutes we begin our decent
downwards. A sense of sadness creeps in as I realize that I may never see this
vantage point again in my life. As a cloud rushes over us we begin the long way
down to continue the rest of our journey.
This was from the 1st time of climbing Baldy
Mountain (10441 ft above sea level) in New Mexico (2nd highest peak
in the state). Reading back I don’t feel like reading it fully gives the
experience I felt that day. However I still reached out to, and hopefully, made
a connection which is the importance of story.

