I lost my driver’s license and yes I have looked everywhere. Yes, I am on the run from Johnny Law.
Now I am self-sentenced to spend hard time at the local DMV. But first I have to dig through a mountain of sequestered boxes and find my birth certificate, passport, and probably even the diary of my great-great grandmother on my father’s side.
I hate to lose stuff because then I have to hunt for it and I lose stuff about once a week.
The other week I lost four dollars; I may have given it to a person asking for money at an intersection. I’m not sure.
Two weeks ago I bought a fifty dollar gas card and when I went to use it for the first time had only $5.08 on it. The crime is being investigated by the oil company that issued the card and I want pictures, dates, and names.
On reflection, I have lost more. My mind is not as crisp. It has moved from cracker crisp to more like a nice soft flan. Names? Someone asked me to sign a get well card at work and I couldn’t place the name of the recipient who I have known for three years. Now that worried me when I saw the expressions on the faces of the card bearers. Fear froze me. And it was then that I knew that God will have to hold on to me for the rest of my life to keep me from being lost.
My life is shifting from finding to being found and kept safe.
Should have been that way from the start.