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Something She Lost

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    So I met a child today. I met her by the well, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was waiting for her, patiently I might add, to hand over the drawer she was gradually getting attached to. Sooner than I expected, she dropped it and headed for her chores, which I guess she needed the water for.
    Now soaked in my own thoughts, I started to draw water. Of course this was not my first drawing, or drawing with that bucket. I had unconsciously devised a method to draw water quicker, and I had a fair idea of the number of times it would require to fill that bucket and possibly any other bucket I had used before. But I was a little distracted. I had to rinse the bucket, which I was sure would only mess up my count.
    As I pulled what I was sure would be the last, I pulled a rosary with the drawer. Flashes of the superstitious played on in my mind, until the rosary was tightly clutched in my hand, and my fear literally kicked aside. I looked up, and the girl was about her chores. She was without a care in the world (or so I thought). I called to her, but she didn’t hear me, so I walked over. “Is this yours?” I asked.
    Then it happened. The moment that made me want to write this in the first place. She smiled. Her face literally lit up, like it was Christmas morning and she got the greatest gift of all. For a few seconds I was weak in the knees. I thought whatever made a child smile like that sure could make the world a better place. When I handed it to her, she said “thank you”. I smiled back, realizing I was her hero that day, even if it was inadvertent, even if it was just for a minute. I walked a short distance, heading for my bucket, and I turned again. The rosary hung loosely around her neck, but she smiled still. And when she resumed her chores, the smile still clung to her. Upon second thought, I realized it was nothing but the joy of having found something that was once lost.

    I can make you a promise: If you want to see that smile, not necessarily from an child, just help someone find something lost. Seriously, I hope I get to do that every day.

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