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This morning, I was searching frantically for my car keys.
I checked the kitchen counter where I always leave my keys
I checked my pockets
I checked my backpack
I even checked between the couch cushions in the living room.
“JoMaire (my wife), where are my keys?”
“Your keys are where you left them.” (said with a laugh)
The lower-level outside door hinge squeaks when you open or close it.
A high-pitched whine
A grating sound
A daily annoyance
For weeks, I ignored it.
For weeks, it continued to wince when I opened it.
For weeks, I told myself I would fix it. "I need to fix that before it breaks.”
“We owe it to each other to tell stories.”
Lesson Plans for Life
Just before sunrise on the Fourth of July, an old man and an army veteran walked into his front yard carrying a neatly folded American flag.
His granddaughter hurried beside him.
"Pop-Pop," she asked, "why do you always raise the flag before everyone else is awake?"
He smiled as he carefully attached it to the halyard.
"Because some things deserve our first thoughts, not our leftovers."
Together, they slowly raised the flag. As the first rays of sunlight touched the stars and stripes, it caught the morning breeze and began to wave.