Sunday, April 20, 2008

The Parable of the Lost Keys

In an effort to bring sanity into our lives, Melissa and I meet twice a week to run a few miles and gab about our lives. While enjoying our fifth lap around the track at BYU, a man asked us if the gray sweatshirt his son had grabbed belonged to one of us. Melissa claimed the sweatshirt and the man kindly returned it to where his son had taken it. Melissa then wondered aloud, " I hope he didn't take my keys." Naturally, we failed to act on this prompting and continued running. Much to our chagrin, we later discovered that the nice family had absconded with Melissa's keys. We assumed the keys were lost forever. Even if the family wanted to return the keys, how would they even begin to find Melissa? Melissa (in true amazing-Melissa fashion) remained remarkably calm. I probably would have broken down under the stress. Luckily Melissa had a spare key at home, so all was not lost. However, she could probably kiss that automatic starter good-bye.

Today Melissa used her automatic starter to start her car. So how did she get her keys back? Well, Melissa had a Smith's Fresh Values card on her keys. The mom of the boy called Smith's, explained the situation, and Smith's contacted Melissa. The moral of the story is: Always carry a Fresh Values card on your key chain.

3 comments:

Jason, Natashia, and baby Tyson said...

Way funny about the smiths card! And what a blessing for Melissa!!!! Thats a great story, thanks!

Meliss said...

I made your blog! Wow, this is huge! :)
Who knew the ugly, green card was good for anything besides a 10% discount?
And Grant remained totally composed the whole time. He must've known...

Tyler, Amy and Kate Waterfall said...

That is amazing!