NOTHING AND NO ONE...SHOULD BE ABANDONED...LIKE TRASH.
So, what would you have done under the same circumstances?
THIS PAST SUNDAY MORNING…Cubby and I went to the Desoto Spillway
Area—our daily spot to walk/hike/climb one of the trails. We turned into our usual parking area….only to find a classic Ice Bucket “parked” in our parking spot! I made a quick decision to pull into a small space directly
across from the “Bucket”---help Cubby out of the back seat and then--- together—we walked over to examine the item that was now occupying our regular parking place.
were four glass beer bottles sitting in the bucket and—they’d been opened and were almost empty. The Ice Bucket was unusually-classic, totally eye-catching, and quite attractive. Both the Bucket and the pedestal "cradling" it--- were
solid brass--and both needed polishing. The Bucket had a few small dents that could easily-be-removed by a professional metal worker. I loved the fact the Bucket and matching pedestal could be used--either together or--- separately.
I quickly emptied the bucket of its tacky contents by placing them in a large Trash Can nearby. When I opened the Plastic Can—I was surprised to see it was almost full. I counted more than
35 beer bottles--resting inside. Apparently this area had hosted some serious beer-drinkers the night-before. I had no doubt the fancy Ice Bucket had arrived with one of the party’s “attendees”…. SO…when the party
ended... WHY didn’t the Ice Bucket go home with the one who brought it?!?!? But wait--- I didn’t have time to waste and wonder because---
It was time for Cubby and me to start
hiking. More and more people were driving by and…soon…. Adults and children and dogs would be crowding the trails and…the two of us would feel stressed. Cubby and I were spoiled; we liked to hike by ourselves.
Approximately 45 minutes later, Big Dog, Cubby, and I returned to our car. I expected someone—most likely the owner—had retrieved the Ice Bucket by that time….and… our daily routine could return to
normal. But…nothing had changed. I put Cubby in the car, backed out of the small parking area, and headed home. Yet, something wasn't right. Fifteen minutes later….I turned the car around and drove back to my usual parking spot at
the Spillway--and the “scene of the beer party”. It was still there, waiting for me. Alone….and probably sad, it was wondering why I’d driven-off without it.
The Ice Bucket wasn’t a part of any Hiking Trail; Nothing, absolutely Nothing, is ever “left” sitting around on the trails or the roads or in the parking areas. The Ice Bucket was like an abandoned dog…or a
child…which I would have immediately rescued. Other people had walked past it yet…I appeared to be the only person who’d given the Ice Bucket “a second look”. There was no name or initial to be found on any part
of it…I looked. SO, I made a decision. I picked it up, put it in my trunk, and drove home.
And now you know the rest of the story except…on the very bottom of the pedestal it
told me where the brass Ice Bucket and Pedestal were made. I was extremely surprised “WHO” made it and…just reading exactly “WHO” touched my heart. Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence at all. Just Maybe--I was
the one to find it, to worry about it, and to be the one who took it home.
After all…nothing or no one deserves to be ABANDONED. Everything and Everyone should belong to someone; someone
who believes everything and everyone is worthy of LOVE.