For over 20 years, I have kept “FIND” lists of lost items which may someday be found. A type of “TO-DO” set of reminders in writing. (My wife Kay always liked to handwrite lists and cross-out/line-out her tasks when done; I prefer a check mark on my paper lists.) And it’s always a good feeling to update my PC Notepad file when I recover something that was missing — trivial personal history in most cases. An OC habit that is maybe 80% frivolous and 20% of value. The few “jewels” alone make the little time and effort worth it to me. Now I wish my life were so disciplined and organized that nothing gets misplaced or lost. Meanwhile, I know where the lost-and-found departments are, wherever I go.
I recall a few examples:
A large journal book with a few pages of my handwritten thoughts and spiritual experiences from the late seventies; lost in a move, I guess; not found — irreplaceable.
My wallet with driver’s license and credit cards; found weeks later by an honest employee in a workplace and taken to the office.
Another such wallet hidden in “a safe place” in our frontier home and found months later after my license and cards were replaced.
A Spanish copy of the Bible I used on my mission in Argentina — still waiting to be unpacked, but replaceable.
The tiny, wireless PC device I should have kept in my “junk drawer”, a handy place every home should have.
Lessons learned — the ones lost in memory until I make the same mistake again.
I try not to feel lost. Having such loving family and friends, how can I? Worth repeating: my forever companion Kay is not lost, and I am grateful we finally found each other 49 years ago; (she is so young and active, amazing me ... with love)
I recall a few examples:
A large journal book with a few pages of my handwritten thoughts and spiritual experiences from the late seventies; lost in a move, I guess; not found — irreplaceable.
My wallet with driver’s license and credit cards; found weeks later by an honest employee in a workplace and taken to the office.
Another such wallet hidden in “a safe place” in our frontier home and found months later after my license and cards were replaced.
A Spanish copy of the Bible I used on my mission in Argentina — still waiting to be unpacked, but replaceable.
The tiny, wireless PC device I should have kept in my “junk drawer”, a handy place every home should have.
Lessons learned — the ones lost in memory until I make the same mistake again.
I try not to feel lost. Having such loving family and friends, how can I? Worth repeating: my forever companion Kay is not lost, and I am grateful we finally found each other 49 years ago; (she is so young and active, amazing me ... with love)
Jesus told a touching parable of a shepherd who left his flock of ninety-nine to find the lost sheep. The happy ending is likened to a person who is rescued and welcomed back into the fold. A heavenly feeling for all who share the faith.
