I have a story, just like my friend Krista . . . I had a Krazy day planned yesterday. I went with my wonderful kids and the other teachers at school to a day long party for special students at the Crisler Arena of the University of Michigan. We had a great time and met some of the student athletes. On a regular day in class, it seems to trickle by and we do the things we do with out the added pressure of being in an unknown space. I could not believe how incredibly tired I was after spending the day with the students.
Okay, now on to the similarity with my friend. When I arrived at school, I realised that I had left my day timer at home, that is my wallet. So I did what any responsible man would do, I called my wife and put on that crazy man voice and begged her to bring it to me. She is so sweet and such an enabler to my irresponsibility. I am blessed that she does not read my blogs. However, when she arrived at school, I must ad, that she also brought me a McDonald's Biscuit, when I picked up my day timer, it did not feel right. My license and photos and social security card were no longer in the space where they usually are. I felt it was not right, and the first words out of my mouth were, "something is not right". We took a quick look around her car and did not see them. I thought they must be back at home. So I thought about it a lot, retracing my steps along the previous day. Then when I got home, looked around and no license. I hate misplacing things, especially important things like a license. So I began to call the places I went to the previous day. I called my son's school, no luck. I called my church, no answer. No one works of Friday. I love that church. I went to the places I had been an looked in the parking lots, walked where I walked went into the rooms where i had been. No luck. Now mind you my anxiety is on the rise, thinking about all I had to do to make up for my loss. I must add that about 6 months ago I lost my pocket knife. I thought I had lent it or left it somewhere by an out of the ordinary accident. I can feel my pants and know weather everything is in its place by the weight and feel against my body. I know weird, but that is okay. Well, in my zealous search for my license, I decided to take the back seat out of my car, just in case it fell into the seat. It had not, but I did find my long lost friend, my pocket knife, and for the life of me, I do not know how it got into the back seat, because I am never in the back seat, and my pocket knife is always in my pocket. I can only think that I gave it to one of my kids to use for something and they set it on the seat and it found its way under the seat. O, I almost forgot to tell you the reason that I looked in the back seat. I had placed my day timer in the back seat so my daughter could ride in the front seat with me. So that is what started the mini destruction of my rear seat. I looked ever where I knew to look, then offered my kids a $10 reward to the first kid who found it. That search lasted for about 10 minutes. I called my wife, now at 5 pm, who was super busy after a super busy week and asked her to look her car over. Thinking it may have slid out of my day timer when she brought it to me at 8 am that morning. She called me some time around 6 pm to say, hey I found it in the car. (Do I owe her the $10, even though she did not know about the offer) I told her thank you for searching and finding it. I also, if you can believe this, told her I would drive across town to pick it up from her. I did not do that seeing she would be home in little over an hour. Well, this is my funny little story about things lost and things found. Peace
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