I had a super odd experience today. I went down to Arness Dock to get a breath of fresh air and look for rocks. (you always look for rocks down there!) The tide had been a minus one, so there was a great deal of shore open. I had my camera, cell phone, and car keys. I talked to a couple who knew my parents, which was great fun. They not only knew mum and dad, the wife has relatives in Tillamook. Crazy. I continued on my way and didn’t go too terribly far, it was getting late. On my way back to the car, I sighted another cool rock, coal actually, and stopped to photograph it. As I stood, I realized I didn’t feel the keys. Panic set in. I looked around the ground, looked at the rising water, and scooted quickly back along the edge of the waves. I could see where my footsteps had come up from the waves. The rest of my tracks were under water. I walked the whole way, praying and searching. I got back to where I had started. Keyless.
There was a car parked, the driver was looking at the sea and he noticed I was in tears. He asked if anything was wrong. I told him what I had done. He asked if I needed a ride. I said, probably…but turned and left to look again. Nothing. I got back to where I started and noticed the man was gone. too. I reached for my phone to call my friend, Kelly. He is always up for a rescue. The first two calls didn't go The third call went through and I looked down and saw mom’s car keys! I hung up in shock. I had looked and looked and when I stopped depending on myself, I found what I had lost.
Usually, this summer, I’ve learned I need to depend on me. I have to do things alone. Today, I was in complete and utter despair. Fancy car keys can’t be created on the Kenai. You must go to an Anchorage dealership. I knew mom had a spare set, but oh…to have to tell her I had lost house and car keys. I didn’t know who to call for help, but I had a couple of options. And then, my phone failed. The relief I experienced when my call went through and I saw those keys was phenomenal. I closed my phone and picked them up off the ground and Kel called me back. As I chatted with him (he, too, was pretty impressed I found them right as my call went through), I set up my keys for a photo shoot. Finally, I was ready to leave and a truck pulled into the parking lot. I grinned at the driver and started to leave, but couldn’t. I went back. The poor man said I had made him a little nervous cuz I kept looking at him. I told him I wanted to thank him. Not that he had done anything, but he might have. He said he would have and he often got thanked for odd things. Turned out he was an Army Ranger. Or had been.
As I left, I realized how thankful I was. My prayers had been answered and I was off the hook.
Incredible blessings from top to bottom. And I have some super cool rocks, too!