Lost Things

So much of life is about gains and losses. The gains we appreciate, but not the losses. Our gains in life are too numerous to list. Many or most of our losses are eventually forgotten, and we move on as we learn to live without them. Once in a while, a thought of our lost things crosses our minds. We would treasure them if only we had them. To name just a few of my losses isn't very hard to do. My HS graduation ring; A photo of a homeless man; My two boys' collection of toy cars; My college graduation picture. Since high school, these are just a few of my lost things that come to mind. If I had to think about it for a while, who knows how long the list would be? But from the above list, if all of them were found, and I could only choose one, which loss would I first reach for, cherishing it the most to possess again? I have often longed for a photograph of a homeless man having Christmas dinner with me and my young family some 40 years ago. Encountering and having a brief relationship with Reuben had a huge impact on me as a young man. I think that would be my choice. 011724PS