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This is the Best Day Ever
I had a garage sale today, and I know it sounds so mundane to put that into words ... but that is how my story begins. I had a serious epiphany during the course of my boring and ordinary day. When I look back on my life, I find that most epiphanies occur just like that! Don't you agree?
There was this little boy.
He was sweet, gregarious and so full of life. He translated everything we said for this mother. He ran from item to item, holding them aloft in wonder. I'm talking about toys that were selling for .10¢ or .25¢. All of these toys belonged to my girls when they were little and though they carried a lot of sentimental value, they weren't worth much physically. Looking at them brought back so many wonderful, tearful and bittersweet memories.
To see another child enjoy them as much as my children did, was eye-opening, to say the least ... and the epiphany was realizing that the joy these items gave me, wasn't so much in the physical item itself, but rather the memory of it..
So I gave this sweet little boy a heaping bag of my 'memories.' And to see the light in his eyes, the joyous bounce in his walk ... well, lets just say it made my day, my week, my month! Heck, it just made my year!!
Letting go of the physical item does not mean letting go of the memory.
His words are still echoing in my head as I write this ... what he kept saying over and over again in a singsong voice:
"This is the best day ever!'
This is the Best Day Ever
I had a garage sale today, and I know it sounds so mundane to put that into words ... but that is how my story begins. I had a serious epiphany during the course of my boring and ordinary day. When I look back on my life, I find that most epiphanies occur just like that! Don't you agree?
There was this little boy.
He was sweet, gregarious and so full of life. He translated everything we said for this mother. He ran from item to item, holding them aloft in wonder. I'm talking about toys that were selling for .10¢ or .25¢. All of these toys belonged to my girls when they were little and though they carried a lot of sentimental value, they weren't worth much physically. Looking at them brought back so many wonderful, tearful and bittersweet memories.
To see another child enjoy them as much as my children did, was eye-opening, to say the least ... and the epiphany was realizing that the joy these items gave me, wasn't so much in the physical item itself, but rather the memory of it..
So I gave this sweet little boy a heaping bag of my 'memories.' And to see the light in his eyes, the joyous bounce in his walk ... well, lets just say it made my day, my week, my month! Heck, it just made my year!!
Letting go of the physical item does not mean letting go of the memory.
His words are still echoing in my head as I write this ... what he kept saying over and over again in a singsong voice:
"This is the best day ever!'