Lost and Found

I've been distracted lately, losing sleep over all the thoughts in my head. Worrying. About the future, about strangers and about a frog. Yesterday when I was driving back to work from my lunch break, I was behind a truck on a back road. When he turned at a stop sign, 3 pieces of equipment fell from the bed of his truck onto the road. I beeped my horn and waved, trying to get his attention to stop. He did not. So, I picked it up and put it in my trunk. Thinking I could somehow catch up to him, or somehow figure out how to get it back to him.

I didn't find him on my way back to work, so not knowing what else to do, I called the police station. I got a "why are you calling us" feel from everyone I talked to, but they finally said I could bring it to the station and they would run an ad in the paper to see if anyone claims it. So, I've been worrying about the person who lost it. Is he going to miss out on work because of it? Lose a job because of it? Was it insured, can he replace it?

I've told 4 people about the incident, and all 4 said I should have just kept it or left it there. They all had their reasoning, but it never occurred to me. It was not mine, I did not earn it, I don't want to take something that doesn't belong to me. I did what I would want someone else to do if they found something valuable of mine. I did what was right in my mind, and that's what is important to me.

As I was sitting at my computer last night, I looked over and saw a tiny frog on my desk. A little brown frog, I want to say it's a tree frog, but I don't really know. It startled me. It was only about an inch long and it just sat there. Then it jumped behind my desk and I worried that it might jump on me - even though I thought it was cute, I don't like things crawling on me. Or jumping for that matter. I tried to forget about it. Then it jumped on my foot.

I was startled so of course I gave a little scream and moved my foot. So he jumped off and started hopping towards my bed. Well, I couldn't very well go to sleep knowing a frog was in my room! So I got a Tupperware container and managed to catch him in it. I took him out to Jeff and asked him to please take him outside and set him free.

Then I went to bed. I laid there and thought of the frog. Worried that Jeff would forget and he wouldn't have enough air, and that I would go to the kitchen in the morning and find a little dead frog in the container. So I got back up and went to set him free myself. I slowly pried the lid off so I didn't startle him, but he seemed to know what I was doing because he climbed up the side of the container like he was waiting to jump free. I managed to loosen the lid enough to set it down outside, then remove it, and he jumped out and hopped off through the grass. That made it a little easier for me to fall asleep.

Now if I could just find the man in the white truck...