May 9, 2019 – Last Saturday (May 4th), a call came to my cell phone just as Avengers: Endgame was about to start. The call was from a number in Florence, Alabama. Probably just another robocall from a fake number. But for one quick moment, I thought, I wonder if?

In late October of 2018, Vicki and I celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary (see post) with a weekend trip to Florence, Alabama. While in Florence, we went to Stanfield’s River Bottom Grille at the Florence Harbor Marina to watch the water and have a drink. We sat outside on the upper deck. When we got ready to leave, I reached inside my pants’ pocket to get some change and one of my pocket tokens fell out and dropped through the wood planks and onto the deck below.

It truly is the little things in life.

I told Vicki that I definitely heard the metal token hit the decking beneath us. But when we went to search for the token – which is about the size of a quarter – it wasn’t there. We were standing outside the harbor master’s office. When we told the manager on duty what had happened, she said the token likely fell through the bottom planks and into the pontoons underneath. She told us that they pull up the pontoons and buoys once a year – typically in the spring – to clean them. I wrote my cell number on the back of her business card. The manager said she would call me if they found my token.

Six months later – that’s exactly what happened. The manager, Ava, put my token in the mail (it arrived today, May 9). It’s now back safely in my pocket along with the other three tokens I have carried for more than ten (10) years.

I could continue on about how much this small gesture has meant to me – yes, there are times when the “little things in life” truly make life worthwhile – but I think I’ll just let the result speak for itself.

Thanks for listening.

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