Sep. 19, 2021

NOTHING AND NO ONE--- SHOULD BE DUMPED---LIKE TRASH.

So, what would you have done under the same circumstances?

ON A RECENT SUNDAY MORNING…Cubby and I went to the Desoto Spillway Area—our daily spot to walk/hike/climb one of the trails.  We turned into our usual parking area….only to find a classic Ice Bucket “parked” in our parking spot!  I made a quick decision to pull into a small space directly across from the “Bucket”---helped Cubby out of the back seat and then--- together—we walked over to examine the item that was now occupying our regular parking place.

There were four glass beer bottles sitting in the bucket---all opened.  The Ice Bucket was unusually-classic, totally eye-catching, and quite pretty.  Both the Bucket and the pedestal "cradling" it--- were solid brass--and both could have used a little polishing.  The Bucket had a few tiny dents that could easily-be-removed by a professional metal worker.  I loved the fact the Bucket and matching pedestal could be used--either together or--- separately.

I quickly emptied the bucket of its tacky contents by placing them in a large Trash Can nearby.  When I opened the Trash Can—I was surprised to see it was full of  glass bottles. I counted more than 35 beer bottles—stacked and “resting” inside. Apparently this area had recently hosted some serious beer-drinkers.  I had no doubt the fancy Ice Bucket had arrived with one of the party’s “attendees”.   SO---when the party ended... WHY didn’t the Ice Bucket go home with the one who brought it?!?!? But wait--- I didn’t have time to waste and wonder at this moment because---

It was past time for Cubby and me to start hiking. More and more people were driving by and…soon…. adults and children and dogs would be crowding the trails and…the two of us would feel “invaded” and stressed. Cubby and I were spoiled; we liked to hike alone.

Approximately 45 minutes later, Big Dog, Cubby, and I returned to our car.  I expected someone—most likely the owner—would have retrieved the Ice Bucket by that time….and… our daily routine could return to normal. But…nothing had changed. I put Cubby in the car, backed out of the small parking area, and headed home.  Yet, something wasn't right.  Fifteen minutes later….I turned the car around and drove back to my parking spot at the Spillway--and last night’s party scene.  It was still there--- waiting for me.  All Alone--- it was probably wondering why I’d driven-off without it.

The Ice Bucket definitely wasn’t a part of the Hiking Trail.    Nothing, absolutely nothing, should ever be abandoned on trails or roads or in parking areas. The Ice Bucket was like a little- deserted dog--or  child--which I would have rescued, immediately.  Other people had walked past the brass beauty yet…I appeared to be the only person who’d given the Ice Bucket “a second look.” There was no name or initial to be found on any part of it----I’d already looked. SO, I made a decision. I picked it up, put it in my trunk, and drove home.

And now you know the rest of the story except--- the very bottom of the pedestal told me the brass Ice Bucket and Pedestal were designed and made by hand in Korea. I was extremely surprised to see the word “KOREA” since both my grandsons had been born in Korea.  Not being allowed to see them all these years hasn't changed the fact they "live" in my heart and I think of them often.

Of all my many treasures, nothing has ever carried the words “Made in Korea” on any of them.  Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence at all.  Just Maybe--I was the one to discover the unique brass Ice Bucket--- to worry about it—and--- to be the one to take it home.

Nothing or no one deserves to be dumped--like trash. Everything and Everyone should belong to someone--- someone who believes that people--like treasures--are meant to be LOVED. 

 

Simply, Sally