It’s not the loss I want to draw attention to, but rather how it was lost. My friend Billy invited me to surf a new spot, so I woke up early and we met at a lonely California beach. After a salty sunrise, I hurried to work and assumed all my belongs were in the car.
Later that night I cleaned out the car, went inside, set my phone on the kitchen counter and… no wallet. My wife backtracked the day with me, from the parking lot, the office, everywhere. Irritated by my carelessness, I searched my car twice, and as that turned up empty I left home and sped back to the beach parking lot. But the wallet was gone, and my reckless search had cost hours of time with my wife and a peaceful homecoming. My demeanor only got worse as I cancelled credit cards and people watched at the DMV, my sense of humor null.
Two weeks after the loss the contents of my wallet were redeemed, and no miraculous guardian angel mailed my old wallet to me (this was my one small thread of hope). I made the drive to my parent’s house to drop off some dishes we borrowed, and as I was leaving my mom stopped me to ask about a few things so I stopped and opened my window. The conversation continued at length as the sun set, and I opened my sun visor to block the sun — and the lost wallet fell into my lap.
There are times when shame rushes at you like a rogue wave. The experience burned into my mind, with an immediate lesson to be applied. If there’s one thing I lack, it’s patience. I fight the bit defiantly, and in these moments I leave others behind, unserved and stressed, especially those equally invested in the goal. The lesson is that human ability falters and discovers it’s limits quickly, and it’s best to wait and continue the given path without fear. Many more challenges both small and large, will present themselves, yet I am sure the principle will hold true.
*I wrote this post a long time ago, but wanted to give it place on the blog. ✌️