Penny For Your Thougths
By: Nancy Whitaker
Keys, keys keys. We have keys for everything. There are keys to get in the house, start our cars, mowers, golf carts and keys to get in the garage. I really don’t like carrying keys because I can never find them, especially in my cluttered purse. By the way, has anyone ever invented a remote control beeping “key finder?”
I personally have had two experiences with lost keys in the past two weeks. Of course, I only had one set and they were the only keys to get in my house.
The first time I lost my house keys, I had gone to a Street Fair with my daughter. It was a nice glorious day and we had fun playing games and eating. We got back to my house and I was going to get my keys out of my purse to open the front door. After all, I knew I put them in that pocket of my purse.
Oh no! I dug down deep and no keys. I was on the back patio and decided to dump my purse out on the table. No luck! No keys. How was I ever going to get in the house? I only have one set and if I lost them I was up the creek without a paddle.
After searching doggedly for about a half hour, my daughter finally said, “Well let’s try going in the window.” She proceeded to get a ladder out of the garage, and lifted up a window and climbed in. She came around back, unlocked the door and she was holding my keys in her hand. Very calmly she said, “Mother, you never took your keys, they were right where you keep them.” Oh did I feel bad, but we did retrieve my keys.
Another time I had a gig to play. When I got home, it was dark and I started fishing in my purse for my keys. I opened my car door so the lights would stay on and I mean I looked and looked for those keys.
I thought, “Oh no. Dear God, please help me, I sure don’t want to lose my keys again.” Well, no luck. Those important, lousy keys were missing again. It was getting late, but I had to call my daughter, who lives a street over, to come to my rescue. When I called her she said, “Oh no. Not again!”
I was sobbing, but replied, “I am so sorry, but I lost my keys and just can’t find them in my purse or in the car.”
She arrived within a few minutes, got out the ladder and again climbed in a window. Meanwhile, I was crying and yelling, “I am so sorry, but your Mama just isn’t responsible enough to handle a set of keys.”
After we got in the house, we looked and looked for those keys and they were nowhere to be found. I called the landlord who didn’t have access to his set at that time. I called my friends and they promised me they would look around the venue site the next day.
I just cannot tell you how irresponsible I felt and how worried I was. I went to bed and tossed and turned most of the night. I was not only worried about the missing keys, but I just felt very immature and careless.
The next morning I was looking around the house and I heard a knock on my back door. I peeked out and there stood my next door neighbor holding a set of keys.
He asked, “Are these yours?”
I said, “Oh Lord, yes. Where did you find them?”
He replied that he was putting a collar on his cat and looked down and saw them on the ground. This was close to the spot where I had picked up a decoration which had blown over. I repeatedly thanked him and and offered to pay him. I commented, “You just don’t know how worried I’ve been.” That is the only set I have.”
The key finder did not want any reward, but he just didn’t realize how happy he made me by finding those elusive keys.”
I said, “Thank you Jesus. Lord, help me never to lose them again.”
I have always lost things such as my purse, cellphone, glasses and yes my car keys as well as house keys.well I went and got extra keys made which has helped a lot.
Am I scatterbrained? Do I not pay attention to what I am doing? Is it because I am blonde? You tell me and I’ll give you a Penny for Your Thoughts.
