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Left Behind . . . Again

Duff here. The other day, We were going to Work. Mom loaded up the Car, double-checked Its contents. She fired up the Jeep and checked the Territory. Putting the Car in Gear, She carefully backed out. As She motored from the parking area, She looked in the Rear View mirror. And saw Me Twenty Feet away, smiling at Her and waiting patiently. I was Not Quite Ready to Leave. She was glad to see Me. But told This Dog in no Uncertain terms: Not living unstuck.

This situation had come up before at another Place. Mom checked, thought all was well and took off down the Road. (Little did She know I was investigating the back Yard.) After a few minutes with No Sound from the back seat, She pulled over and looked behind Her. No Duff. She sped home to find Me waiting on the Front Porch. (I knew She would come. How could She not?) Both times, She stopped, put the Car in Park and gathered Me up. Fussing over Me. So Glad to See Me. Living unstuck.

How about You? Have You forgotten Someone? And when You found Them again, You loved Them up? Glad for The Outcome? I say: It’s almost worth being Left behind for the Tender Hugs and Excited Cries. I revel in It, Myself. Live unstuck. #unstuck-living#left-behind

He has not learned the lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Left Behind . . . Again was last modified: March 14th, 2019 by Joan Courtney

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