Just when I've worked up a good 'pitty party' for myself "Oh poor me, I have so much stuff and I don't know how to get rid of it." (see yesterday's blog) God slaps me up side the head with a reality check. This morning on the news I watched teams of volunteers helping to clear up the devastation left after a tornado which went through a small city near here two weeks ago. 750 volunteers were moving mountains of ruined possessions. I feel dully chastened.
But then, five minutes later the same news show played a segment about a man who found a gold statue in a dumpster. It appears to be an Emmy award from the 1950's and the finder is trying to locate the owner so it can be returned.
I had two reactions to this: 1. Nooo, they don't want it back. They threw it away!
2. This is a warning to me to never throw away boxes of stuff without checking to see what's inside, although I am absolutely certain there are no gold statues in this house.
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