Have you ever lost something, found it, then lost it again?
Few years ago, I was travelling from Mumbai to Pune via train. As there was no vacant seat in the coach, I sat near the door and was listening to songs on my phone. Like this:
Very sad tale. Perhaps lost isn't the best word...When I graduated high school my grandma gave me a diamond ring. She worked at a department store and had 3 diamonds reset from a bar pin grandpa had given her.
Well, enter my drug addicted niece who steals the ring. I told my sister what had happened and, like most parents, she said not my kid. History had shown multiple busts.
Couple weeks later my brother in law comes over. Dan puts down the ring saying it was expensive. He had been notified it was at a pawn shop and bought it back. I was so happy.
I put the ring in my sister's safe. Sure enough, my niece set my family up by asking them to pick her up. She had changed. She was off drugs. Right. While they were going to get her I get a call asking to check out the house. They didn't feel comfortable. Everything's fine or so I thought.
When my sister got home the safe was gone. Inside not only was my ring but the ring of my other sister in law's given to her by her mom. Neither individual was still alive, not that the items could be replaced. We never did get the rings back.
Luckily, my niece has straighten out her life. She has a great job and 2 good kids.
Yes. My mind.
All the time. Mostly I find things I've lost when I'm moving. Then, because I moved, I lose them again.
If you play a guitar with a pick, well...those little bastatds seem to disappear in the most obvious places.
I would say my mind, most probably :)