Dec. 8, 2021

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

 

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

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

There were four glass beer bottles sitting in the bucket.  They’d been opened and were almost empty.  The Ice Bucket was unusually-classic--- totally eye-catching--- and quite attractive.  Both the Bucket and the pedestal "cradling" it--- were Brass—accented with two copper medallions--and both needed 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 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-too was full of beer bottles. In fact, I counted more than 45 beer bottles—crammed inside. Apparently this area had hosted some serious beer-drinkers the night-before.  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--- we didn’t have time to waste and wonder because---

It was 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 stressed. Cubby and I were spoiled; we liked to hike by ourselves.

Approximately 45 minutes later, Big Dog-- Cubby-- and I returned to our car.  I expected someone—most likely the owner—had retrieved the Ice Bucket while we were gone 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.  But,  something didn't feel right.  Fifteen minutes later---I turned the car around and drove back to the Spillway--and the “scene of the beer party.” It was still there--waiting for me.  Alone--and probably sad---I’m sure the Bucket was wondering why I’d driven-off --without it.

The Ice Bucket wasn’t a part of any Hiking Trail; nothing, absolutely nothing, is ever “left” sitting around on the trails or the roads or in the parking areas. The Ice Bucket was like an abandoned dog--or a child--which I would have immediately rescued.  Other people had walked past it yet--I appeared to be the only person who’d given the Ice Bucket “a second look”.  There was no name or initials to be found on any part of it--I'd 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--after scrutinizing the bucket more-closely, I found the tiny word “KOREA” etched into the bottom of the Bucket.  That one word explained  the origin of the brass Ice Bucket and Pedestal.

China, yes, but Korea?!?!?!? It's rare to find any items in America---produced in Korea. I was extremely surprised since my grandsons—who I haven’t seen in eleven years—were both born in KOREA. Just holding the Bucket and reading the word "KOREA" ---touched my heart.

Just-Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence--that I found the Ice Bucket. Just Maybe--I was the one designated to find it, to worry about it--then take it home--and love it.

Nothing or no one deserves to be abandoned. Everything and Everyone should belong to someone--- to someone who believes all things and all people are worthy of LOVE.

Simply, Sally