Ms. B. Discussions and Reviews

 Earlier this week my faith in people was restored. Seven years ago, my mother and I moved back to our hometown. At the time, life was a little crazy to say the least. We had to put a lot of our stuff in storage. Including photo albums, my high school years books, Wall art and other things. At one point my mother called the company to see if she could at least get our personal belongings out of storage. The sentimental items. We both could care less about any of other other stuff. Didn’t have enough money at the time to get everything. The woman my mother spoke with at the time was a real bitch. One of those people who love their job too much and whatever little authority they have. She did not want to reason or compromise. It was all or nothing. So after years of being upset that I was put in the situation of losing all my childhood memories and pictures, I decided to let it go. It was not worth it to resent my own flesh and blood. It took time but, I eventually came to terms with the fact that I would never see my pictures and yearbooks again.

That was until earlier this week. A man from the moving company called my mother out of the blue. Asked if she still wanted to get her personal items. There was three boxes of it. The rest of the stuff they sold. He did not want to throw these boxes away until he at least tried to contact the owners. When I got the good news, I almost cried . It was as if I was getting a big part of my past back. Old pictures of all four of my grandparents. Cousins, aunts and uncles. Some family members who have since past on. Both my mom and I never thought we would get that kind of call after so many years have past. It was a good feeling to know there there are still good people out there. We met with the man a couple of days later. He is truly a sincere person. Made a note to self to say a prayer for him and his family that same night. Thursday is when we brought the boxes home. Since then I have been looking through all the photo albums. I have so much to sort through. Definitely not complaining! It’s funny how life works sometimes. The lesson I learned in this is, no matter how attached you are to some”thing”, it does NOT define you as a person. Sure I would have missed all the photos but at the same time, I kept on living.

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