This young man had no intention of ending up in the hog pen when he left home, but then, neither does anyone else. It was then as it is today, the natural consequence of having no real purpose for living, no goal for which to shoot. But then, a strange thing happened. Suddenly there flashed before him memories of home. With this he came to himself.
Memories can be precious but they can also be frightening at times.
This rich man was asked to remember. May I suggest that the point at which we come to ourselves is a very crucial moment and a very important juncture in life. It requires absolute honesty, and the boldness to stand up and face ourselves in the mirror even though we are not happy with what we see. For I am no longer worthy to be a son. My friend this is bold, but is essential.