So,
My phone rang this evening approximately thirty minutes after the oldest left to pick up his girlfriend for a date. Thinking that he needed to double check his directions for the place they were headed to, I prepared in my head a mental map. His opening line, however, told me this call had nothing to do with directions.
Mom, this just isn't my day.
To make a long story short and simply cut to the chase, he had lost his backpack. You see, he wears this backpack while riding his motorcycle and it's full of all things important: ipad, cool video camera, other assorted odds and ends. Apparently he had placed said backpack on top of the girlfriend's car as they got ready to leave and...
Well, you can probably finish that story.
Somewhere along the way he realized that the backpack was not in the backseat. Somewhere along the way he knew the backpack had slid off the top of the car. Somewhere along the way he began to feel very sick to his stomach.
The youngest and I made a few signs and drove the area where he thought he might have lost it. Posting flyers with turquoise thumbtacks, we searched ditches and roamed neighborhoods like some wanna-be stalkers with little luck. Defeated, we came home and had just sat down when the doorbell rang.
Yes.
A random man stood on our front porch telling a tale of a backpack he had found on the side of the road. He tracked us down thanks to an old paystub with an address. Nothing was missing. What makes this story unique (at least to me) is that the entire time we were looking for that backpack, I wanted to be the one to find it.
Me. Myself. And I.
Maybe I wanted to be a hero to my son. Maybe I wanted to show the husband that my searching was not in vain. Maybe I just needed something to brag about. None of that matters now. The Lord had a different plan and when you think about it, it was rather ingenious: a complete stranger doing what he said "was just the right thing to do."
That story is way cooler than just a mom finding her kid's backpack.
I just love a happy ending.
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Early one Saturday morning, a friend of mine and I headed out of town for a day in the mountains and he saw a large duffel bag in the middle of the road. He pulled over, drove back and picked up the bag. It was full of stuff for a female softball team's player. I googled the team, found them online, emailed the coach who was playing a tournament hundreds of miles away. I was able to get the bag back to the girl, but the strangest thing was that they wanted to give me some cash. ?? I had no interest in cash. I just wanted to return the bag to the rightful owner. They couldn't believe it.
There are people who still do the right thing. Pass it on!
I LOVE happy endings too.
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