Dear Finders,

About once a week I lose something. Keys or wallet. Shoes or sunglasses. And I maniacally rush around the house, looking in all the obvious places. And the not so obvious places, like the time I put my car keys in the Taco Bell takeout bag and put it in the trash. 

Eventually I find them and feel that rush of relief that’s the best feeling in the world. And wouldn’t it be nice if we could feel that feeling more often? If we could lose things intentionally just to feel the thrill of finding them?

But we can’t lose things on purpose. It’s just a little puzzle that the universe gives us, a blessing in disguise.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt