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By CAROLYN WILSON
Over a week ago I lost something very important to me and I didn’t know it was
missing until I went to my usual storage place to retrieve it. After searching
methodically and then frantically, the item was still nowhere to be found- that is in my
own little internal and external sphere. I decided to beseech Divine Intervention, “If it is
at all possible, please return my USB flash drive”.
Now I didn’t reach this point of surrender right away, it wasn’t until I became frustrated
with back tracking in my failed search and my reluctance to accept that I would never
see my flash drive again. Yes I could have replaced it and bought another however
there was so much history stored on this one - weekly columns, school papers and
other personal writing projects over the past two years.
The separation was short term because my humble request was answered. I
received a voicemail from campus security stating that my flash drive had been found
and I could pick it up at their office. I assumed that I must have left it in the classroom,
not so.
I had actually dropped it in one of the campus lots where hundreds of cars move in
and out all day long. It was not a kindly fellow student who had turned it in, it was one
of the maintenance staff who was in the midst of plowing snow from the heavy
snowfall the night before. Surely he could have crushed or buried the flash drive
without ever knowing; instead he became my instant hero.
It is the same when we are sometimes lost on our journey through life, it may require
someone beside ourselves to help restore us to become our best self. It doesn’t
necessarily mean that we cry wolf every time we figuratively go through the woods
however we must have the courage to call out when we can benefit from an unbiased
pair of eyes to help us find our way.
We don’t have to remain lost if we choose not to be hidden.
Over a week ago I lost something very important to me and I didn’t know it was
missing until I went to my usual storage place to retrieve it. After searching
methodically and then frantically, the item was still nowhere to be found- that is in my
own little internal and external sphere. I decided to beseech Divine Intervention, “If it is
at all possible, please return my USB flash drive”.
Now I didn’t reach this point of surrender right away, it wasn’t until I became frustrated
with back tracking in my failed search and my reluctance to accept that I would never
see my flash drive again. Yes I could have replaced it and bought another however
there was so much history stored on this one - weekly columns, school papers and
other personal writing projects over the past two years.
The separation was short term because my humble request was answered. I
received a voicemail from campus security stating that my flash drive had been found
and I could pick it up at their office. I assumed that I must have left it in the classroom,
not so.
I had actually dropped it in one of the campus lots where hundreds of cars move in
and out all day long. It was not a kindly fellow student who had turned it in, it was one
of the maintenance staff who was in the midst of plowing snow from the heavy
snowfall the night before. Surely he could have crushed or buried the flash drive
without ever knowing; instead he became my instant hero.
It is the same when we are sometimes lost on our journey through life, it may require
someone beside ourselves to help restore us to become our best self. It doesn’t
necessarily mean that we cry wolf every time we figuratively go through the woods
however we must have the courage to call out when we can benefit from an unbiased
pair of eyes to help us find our way.
We don’t have to remain lost if we choose not to be hidden.