Ian Anderson 9:30 a.m., Nov. 26
- Community Blog
- The Removal
Why My Luggage?
I can't walk anymore, my feet are killing me. They are swollen and blistered. Every step I take, the left sole of my Nike slaps the pavement twice. Step, tit-tat Step, tit-tat. I'm searching every blue trash bin within a 3 block radius of the Library. What I'm looking for, is a picture of my mother. The only picture I had in my possession. It was her obituary program from the funeral.
After about the 3rd or 4th trash can, tears begin to well up in my brown eyes. I can't believe someone stole my black luggage case on rollers. (Well, yeah I guess I can believe it.) But, what would they want with My school books, My bible, My awards from school, and especially My Mother's picture? It just has to be in one of these trash cans, I keep telling myself. Tears are now flowing down my cheeks. Why couldn't they have just dumped the contents and just took the case? What use would they have with my belongings? The more trash bins I look in, the madder I become. The tears begin to turn to rage. I am now cussing and crying. I am angry. I am hurt. Oh, how I wish a very loud plane would fly over. I would SCREAM so loud!
I keep walking and looking, wiping the tears away. I'm looking at all the black luggage cases the people I'm passing, are pulling. That one is too big, that one is too small, that one has gray on it.....None of them sadly are mine.
I thought my luggage would not mistakenly get taken. Especially, while I was at school. Everyone in the area knows I'm homeless and a student. Some people are good and will keep an eye on my belongings. Not on Wednesday, November 4th. I have to really pray about this. Hopefully, the person who took my case will need it more than me. I only wish they would return my schoolbooks, my Bible, my awards and most of all my mother's obituary program.