Showing posts with label good samaritan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good samaritan. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Lost and Found

A couple of weeks ago I got a phone call from some guy who said he found a backpack belonging to a Nick Berrett while hiking in the mountains.

Two months ago, Nick lost his backpack at a Boy Scout Camp. John was with him and they scoured the campgrounds with no luck. Nick thinks someone stole it and hid it, and I secretly wonder if it is equally likely they were on a hike or something and he set it down and forgot about it, but as his mother I will be giving him the benefit of the doubt and believe that he was the victim of a prank and not mere carelessness. (Although thinking about your child being a victim doesn't make me feel any better.)

Anyway, it was lost. Presumably forever. And then, miraculously I got a phone call. Actually, the guy called and left a message, which I NEVER check, and so it was over a week before I got back to him. (Seriously, people- texts or e-mails. Best way to get a hold of me. Or call my cell phone. Unless you want to sell me something, then don't bother)

I finally picked it up yesterday at his work place in Mesa.

I had to stop and think about all this guy went through to get it to me. He found it up in the mountains somewhere where it had been exposed to the elements for at least a month, hauled it back to his car or whatever, rifled through it looking for a number to call to return it to it's owner, stuck it in a bag and stored it for a few weeks at his house until he could get it to me. (Fortunately for whatever reason, Nick had put our phone number with area code on one of his merit badge worksheets)

And then I wondered what thoughts, if any, this good Samaritan had while going through this backpack. As a time capsule for my son, I couldn't be prouder. His scout handbook, his Deacons Quorum presidency binder, piles of scouting merit badge papers, a notebook filled with detailed goals and projects he was working on in all areas of his life, his Duty to God book, and a Book of Mormon.
And his broken glasses.

It's currently out on the back porch.

I'm trying to decide what, if anything, is salvageable.

Besides being just really dirty, I am concerned about bringing the plague into my house. There appears to be little black mold spores over much of everything.