The Notebook: A Life Lesson
“Hey, Ron, check out that box over there and see what we can get rid of,” said Chet.
I pulled the box to me and began going through the sweaters, magazines and umbrellas. I wondered how people could lose so many things in a church and just not think of what happened to them.
The Bible was beautiful. I opened it and saw the name, Orthel Hopkins. I shook my head. His mother should have been looking for this already. Or maybe he had been hiding something else in his Bible cover so she didn’t know yet. I set it aside and would sneak it to him another time.
Read. The word jumped out at me. It was my hand writing. It looked like one of my notebooks. But why was it here?
“. . . had a great time and posted some fun vacation pictures for you. . .”
“Chet, I’ll be back later.” I didn’t wait for an answer. I only lived minutes away. The car didn’t even have time to cool inside before I was pulling into the driveway. Continue reading