It started innocently enough. The zipper on my little blue WW bag broke, so when I went last week, I exchanged it for a new one. There was a form to fill out, and I emptied all of the stuff out of the old one and put it into the new one, and I was finished -- or so I thought.
I just checked the mail and there was an envelope from WW's Regional Office . Great, I laughed. How do they know I haven't journalled a single thing today?
Well, somehow I'd missed a pocket in my old blue bag -- my "treasures" pocket -- when I transferring my stuff from one bag to the other. When I left behind the old bag, I accidentally left some things in it. And so, when I opened up the envelope from Regional Office today, my old friends were there to greet me. (Until then, I hadn't even known they were lost.)
To whoever opened that pocket, found my things and took the time to send them back to me:

Because they came out of an envelope when I was least expecting it, you made me see all these things with new eyes, forcing me to focus on my accomplishments, and taking my attention away from feeling like a failure. Somehow knowing that a perfect stranger saw these things, knows that I've lost 50 pounds and that I have a friend named Steve who delighted in congratulating me -- somehow that makes my past successes more tangible. I have shared this journey with who-knows-how-many strangers via this blog, but you are the first stranger to make me cry. *grin*
From the bottom of my heart -- thank you.
(If anyone reading this knows how to pass along that message, please do. It would mean a great deal to me.)
1 comment:
Hey KJ - glad to hear these items were returned to you - I have asked kelly to see if she knows who found them and pass along your thanks! HOpe you week is going well!
ML
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