Nope. Not this kind of angel.
Here is something that happened, something that is true.
Someone I know had a bad day. The other morning, he set his work portfolio on top of his car. This tidy, zippered book held his life. His business checks. His receipts. The invoices he needed to send to clients. Records of all the work he had done for the past month that needed to be billed out.
He set this work book on top of his car and drove away.
He realized what he had done after he drove thirty miles down the hill to town and got out of the car to do errands.
His book of life was gone.
Haven’t we all done this?
Left something on top of the car and driven off?
I’ve done it with soft drinks and tea. My mama lost a library book that way. My daughter left her wallet on top of a gas pump once.
My friend spent the rest of the day in a panic, driving up and down the freeway near his house, hoping to catch a glimpse of his book. Maybe it had fallen off the car and rolled down the embankment? He had a friend hang his head out the window as they drove along, flashers on.
There was no book.
This is a fine time to insert a reminder, a public service announcement of sorts, that perhaps it is not such a good idea for us to have books that contain all of our lives, books whose loss would leave us devastated, distraught, bereft.
No book should hold that much power. Continue Reading…
