That's not how I remember it.

I saw a fascinating play this evening at First Presbyterian Theater.  "Faith Healer" is the story of a possibly sincere faith healer and his wife and manager who travel for years through Scotland and Wales, doing one night stands offering miracles of healing, sometimes with quite successful results but not always. The story is told by the three characters, each doing a lengthy monologue, and you fairly quickly realize that they each have very different memories of the same events. In his notes in the program the director comments that often members of a family will retell remembered events differently. I know this happens when my brother and I sometimes recall an incident from our childhood.  We never seem to remember it quite the same way. I think we are always trying to portray ourselves in the best possible light or as the victim depending on the circumstance.  That's just what happened in this play, leaving the audience wondering who, if anyone, is telling what truly happened during various landmark events that they all remembered.