Story Weekend: Found Treasure
Have you ever stumbled upon treasure when you least expected it or needed it most? I’d love to hear your story about found treasure.
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve contributed. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge.
This past September 5th one of my brothers lost his 4 year battle with lung cancer. A little over a month later, I was listening to a message on my voice mail, & there was a message that I hadn’t listened to or even known was there. It was from my brother, recorded shortly after he had entered the hospital for the last time. It’s a priceless treasure that I will always treasure.
So sorry for the loss of your brother, Lucy, but I’m glad you have that message to hold onto. xo
The Fall of 2012 my daughter & I were Geocaching in Northwest Alabama. The geocache was hidden in a tree on the side of the road, but we didn’t see it at first. My daughter went into the woods behind it and stumbled upon a container in the leaves. It was tarnished and dirty. We took it home, cleaned it up & It turns out it’s a silver tea caddy from late 1700’s Russia. It’s in perfect condition and a beautiful piece with 2 Russian “makers marks”. It’s a mystery how it got on the side of the road.
In 1996 both of my parents passed away within four months of each. other. My sister and I were cleaning out their home in preparation for closing on the sale of the property. We were in our dad’s old workshop and a rusty old coffee can (Eight o’ Clock brand) on his work bench with old pencils, nails, rulers, etc. My sister was about to toss it into the discard pile and I told her to put it into my pile because I was attracted to the can. Recently I unearthed a plastic bin in my garage and there was the coffee can, contents still in place. In it I found a sterling silver ballpoint pen from Tiffany’s, presented to my grandfather upon his retirement in 1956. He had worked with Sothern Railway Co. for 54 years. Born in 1891, he began working for the railroad at age 11.
WHat a treasure!
Sorry, my “sothern” accent is showing. It should be Southern Railway Co.
Lilies in the field when least expected. In 1998, a day or two after a surgery which left me with a colostomy bag, I was lying on that hospital bed feeling very depressed. Sister Genevra happened to walk in to the room when I was at my lowest … She looked at me and said, “Terry, you are looking at your God given body. You had better learn to love it and to respect it.” She gave me a rose out of my colostomy bag. I lived with that colostomy for 14 years. It was finally reversed two years ago.
I love that you were open to her gift. And that you’re doing well!
O God, Diane. Sorry to write another reply again. I just realized that what sister Genevra actually said,
“… you are looking at your God given body. You had better learn to love it and to ACCEPT it.” And thank you for loving sister Genevra and the gift she gave me. I love all of your books most especially the trilogy of the Keeper of the Light.