Yesterday was all sunshine-y and warm so I took advantage of having the day off. By going to the local goodwill store. (They always have the best stuff and you know it;) Anyway as I am perusing down the racks of clothes, something in the corner catches my eye. So I wander over that way, being careful not to show my excitement, least another shopper gets any ideas about taking my stuff. Once I am safely across the room I pick up the piece to examine. I turn it this way. And that. I flip it over. And finally, I tuck it under my arm and walk to the register. I lay it down along with the shirt and cute little Buddha that I have been carrying around with me for the last hour and then I am off. Once I am home I pull my finds out of my bag and I get to work. First I find all of the get well cards that I received the one time when I almost died( for more info see the blog, the time that car thing happened). Then I found the shirt I had been wearing, yes I kept it. Cut up and covered in blood as it was. Then I pulled out the necklace I had been wearing and finally, the book I wrote about the accident. I carefully placed each item inside the frame then closed it up and stood back to admire my handy work. My shadow box was complete. And I now have a neat little memory box full of the stuff that reminds me every day, that after that, there is nothing I can't handle.
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