I left the house today to do some shopping and realized that I'd left my wallet. I returned home and looked for it in the area I usually keep it and it wasn't there. I went upstairs and looked, checked in some jacket pockets and bags and nothing.
I told Robby and he was like...Monnie...it's around here somewhere...you just need to remember what you did with it.
And I was stumped.
I went back out to my truck and looked under and between the seat...nothing.
Went back in the house and Robby was basically telling me to retrace my steps from yesterday after my last minute errands.
I did just that and found it. Cool.
I shared the experience with someone and...as I was telling them...they interjected almost IMMEDIATELY..."DID SOMEONE STEAL YOUR WALLET AT YOUR PARTY???????"
And I stopped and was like...What? No! Nobody but friends were here. I just forgot where I'd put it!
And we continued talking.
Later on I thought about that some more and I realized how very, very blessed I am that we never even THOUGHT someone who'd been invited to our home would steal from us and how it's obvious that everyone doesn't have that same level of security with their framily and friends.
If you think your friends would steal from you...you KNOW they aren't your friends right?