The photos are from our day yesterday… the story is from today.
Girlie sucks the snow off her gloves
The parable of the Good Samaritan is told after one person asks the Teacher “Who is my neighbor?” meaning, who should we look out for? Who should we care for? The answer of course, is everyone.
Yesterday I was the neighbor in need. To my exquisite delight, today I found out that my neighbors were going out of their way to take great care of me.
Near the end of the day yesterday, after taking photos of some awesome sights, I realized my little wallet was missing from my pocket. It holds such important items! My federal ID - eep! My veterans ID so I can make my appointments at the VA hospital. The key card to get into work before business hours so I can change for my morning workout. My December bus pass. AND a 2009 bus pass to get to work next year. Those had been handed out Friday, and the Support Services Guy said, “This cost just under a thousand dollars. Do NOT lose it - it will not be replaced.”
What do you use YOUR swimming pool for?
Four days later I lose it. And the federal ID? I don’t even want to know what derision I might be subjected to for losing that.
But someone found it! In my email this morning, a stranger says, “Hey, I’m A, I found your stuff, give me a call and I’ll get it back to you.”
What relief. You guys have no idea.
Thank you, thank you, and big gigantic THANK YOUs go to A and J and H and all their friends and multiple laptops. Thanks for going sledding at Laurelhurst! Thanks for spotting my ID and bus pass in the snow. And thank you for Googling my name, and for finding my email. Thanks for all the CSI spy tactics and the cleverness!
Fashionable sledding
Thanks A for passing off the ID to your friends before boarding a plane out of town on your way to Guinea (good luck over there). Thanks J and H for strapping on the skis tonight and meeting my #15 bus at Zupan’s to hand it over. (Sorry for eating all your “thank-you” cookies) (they were good)
I am so deeply grateful.
What a thrill to cross paths with these good people. I met them at the intersection of 32nd and Belmont, and they told me the whole hilarious saga of trying to track me down with my name alone. (Luckily,
no one else has my name.)
H is a photographer and passed me her card. J invited whole fam for a holiday get-together since their family and friends won't be here like in other years. H even suggested that after the hours of Internet investigation, we could come over and interview them for a few hours...to even things out a bit. Ha ha!
Elk statue buried in snow
Bagdad playing Burn After Reading
Gold Door and my fave clothing store: Buffalo Exchange!
Laurelhurst Park as a winter wonderland