I went into work today and packed up my desk after "going to work" at the same company for 24 years. The company I worked for, EDS, is gone now. We've been gobbled up in the corporate feeding frenzy by a bigger, stronger HP.
Don't get me wrong, I'm one of the lucky ones. I'm not looking for another job - I've just been told I need to work at home rather than take up expensive floor space in the office. So many others are out there looking for work, wondering how they will feed their families. As I packed my boxes I realized I need to pray for them (after I get done supporting the folks using their middle finger to bless the multitudes) - but that isn't what this post is about.
So I'm packing my boxes and I come across this thing hanging on the wall. I know it's been over a decade, probably closer to 15 years since it first went up on my wall at work. It is virtually worthless. It is immeasurably precious. It came from my little daughter and I realize it is part of my collection of experiences. Part of my life purpose. Part of my very reason for existing.
I filled three boxes with the items I've collected over the years but this virtually worthless item went in my pocket, too important to risk in the void we call "stuff in a box".
This is what life is all about
Given that Mandy is the only one who reads my blog (I have one and only one follower) I though I would use this "surprise ending" approach to maximize the storys value. If has plenty of value to me.
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Hmmm.... homemade geckos... fear of geckos... homemade geckos... fear of geckos... there must be some kind of connection!
Ahhh but the connection just doesn't matter. The little amphibians will always make me think of you (so I'll always like them as much as you dis-like them).
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