MP3 Player

Several weeks ago, I was extremely busy winding up the summer with our last vacation, preparing for school, and working two jobs. My MP3 player was in high demand. One or the other of my rechargeable batteries was always in the charger. There was no lack of opportunities to listen to either just my favourite song or multiple albums in a row. If you don’t know or couldn’t tell, music is a really big part of my life.

It was the Sunday afternoon before our big first-week-of-school field trip. To some it would have seemed a vacation, but for us it was a field trip. Everyone was either packed or packing. I was one of those packed—or very nearly. I still was missing one important thing—a thing I hadn’t been able to find for several days now, and I was growing frantic.

The thing was my MP3 player.

We’d been numerous places in those few days before, and with my depression I haven’t been able to remember well. I couldn’t tell if I’d lost my MP3 player somewhere, or just really misplaced it. I near turned our house upside-down in looking for it, but had no success whatsoever. By Sunday, I was nearly panicking: a whole week with no music! What was the world coming to?! I even had my speakers packed and ready to go!

The afternoon waxed and waned; dinner passed, and still the missing jukebox hadn’t turned up. Finally, having resigned my hopes, I sat down behind my computer to boot up. While waiting, I absent=mindedly began cleaning up around my desk. Picking up a plastic bag from the previous day’s shopping, I emptied the contents into my lap. And you’ll never guess what fell out. The long-lost, hard=missed MP3 player. You can imagine my joy—I found it! It was home!

Then, I hard a soft voice whisper to me, “My son, this is how I see you.”