Allan and I have been going through our clothes and putting aside the ones that don’t fit anymore.  We pile them in boxes and take them off to Good Will.

Many years ago, I did exactly the same thing only instead of going to Good Will, I dropped them off at one of those clothing drops that usually stand in parking lots. This one happened to be at a local Catholic church and unfortunately, as I dropped the clothing into the box…the car keys that I was holding in my hand, went along for the ride.

Ken, who was about 11 years old at the time, was with me and we ran over to the rectory, hoping to find someone who might have the keys to open the bin.  A priest came to the door and when I told him of my plight he bellowed “OH GOD!!!”

The priest had yelled “Oh God” with such conviction, that I stood there on his doorstep for a few seconds thinking he obviously had an “in” with The Almighty and the door to the clothing bin would miraculously be springing open any second.

No such luck.

The priest said he didn’t have any key and didn’t know what to do.  Ken said “I know what to do, Mom,” and off he ran back to the bin.

Before I knew it, Ken was diving head first into the box.  I got there just in time to prevent losing my car keys AND a child to a clothing drop.  I grabbed his legs and held on while the rest of his body was swallowed up by the bin.  He rummaged around and suddenly I heard the muffled cry “I found them!!!”

The priest was astounded at the cleverness of my son.  I was just thankful that his vaccinations were all up to date.