lost and found
I know that most of you (at least those of you over fifty) have gone through this - the missing wallet syndrome. It deserves
This afternoon, as Lorraine and I were going to the dining room for lunch, I decided to leave our glass door open, closing only the screen door so that my puppy Lucille would be able to feel the breeze from the beach. When we returned from lunch I saw that the screen door was opened.
“This is pretty awesome.”
"We all know the emptiness inside when we lose something so valuable."
By all outward appearances I was pretty successful. I was married for 25 years, raised 3 fabulous kids in an upper middle class suburb and thought I was living the American dream of the boomer generation that I was part of. Yet, I knew there was something missing.
"Leila’s grandmother is 88 years old and speaks no English and does not walk well. That is a real emergency to me. She needed
What's behind this Japanese propensity to turn things in instead of keeping them for themselves? Is Japan just an intrinsically moral country?
The day before, I'd lost twenty dollars and it really bothered me. But on this new day, it was no longer important. In fact, I didn't feel right keeping it.
Whatever you are looking for in your life, I wish you good luck on that journey. Keep your perspective as broad as possible and then learn to enjoy the wait. After all, life is really about learning how to live with uncertainty and find meaning even when all seems lost.