Just 2 days ago, during sound check before church, my friend Keri was trying to remember something she wanted to talk about. You know that nagging feeling of when you had a thought a moment ago, but when the opportunity comes…your mind goes blank? So, in a moment of solidarity with my friend, I thought I’d confess my occasional absentmindedness. I told her that my neighbors must think I’m an idiot. Probably 3 days a week, I walk out my front door only to remember something I left behind within seconds of the door closing. I then have to unlock the door, go back inside and retrieve the forgotten item.
Fast forward 24 hours to Monday morning. I’m gathering my stuff before I head out the door for work. I go through the checklist:
- Backpack – check
- bottle of water – check
- protein bars – check
- garage door opener – check
- bill I need to pay today – check
- wallet – check
- checks – check
I’m good to go. So, I open the door, make sure it’s locked, and close it behind me. No sooner does the door close that it dawns on me that I left my KEYS inside. I mean, it was almost instantly as the door closed.
Fortunately, (for me, anyway), my good friend Lisa had the foresight when I moved to town to suggest that we each have a copy of keys to each other’s houses for just such an occasion. Until Monday, I had never locked myself out. EVER. So I thought her suggestion was silly, but the reason she thought of it was because she’s probably sufficiently knuckleheaded to do it.
So, after nearly 4 months, the scoreboard reads: