I heard him call out from the back of the store. His voice was loud and clear. It was also filled with anxiety. I turned to see what was happening. I stood there and a sadness fell over me.
The voice came from a little boy about 6 years old. He was calling out to his dad who was way ahead of him and not looking back. He called out “dad, wait up”. But it wasn’t happening. The little boy stopped and just stood there. As I watched, I saw the dad finally turn around. He was on his cellphone. He came back, scooped up his son and was off…still on his phone.
Afterward I got home. We are packing up. We are going through drawers. We are finding things we bought 40 years ago that we hadn’t touched in probably 30 or more years. Yet, they each called out to us to “wait up” before we decided which section to put them in…moving, selling, giving away or holding onto as we walked around the house. They are each calling out from our past….remember me. We are journeying through time now. No one else can do it for us. I don’t see how anyone lets others make these decisions. You go back to a simple time. A 6 year old child time. I don’t know if the items are calling out to us or we are calling out to them.
It is our life story. Fnd your 6 year old self and give him or her a hug today.
The ageless experiment
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