Tuesday, August 31, 2010

While Sleep Evades...

...my weary eyes, I sit a-thinking. One man's junk is another man's treasure. Perhaps it is a matter of where that item is located that determines its value, and how it is used and valued by the owner. Perhaps when you have someone who owns something and doesn't see a need for it, it needs a new home. A precious thing is a precious thing, but when it isn't precious in the eyes of the owner...

If a thing were put away in a box, and somebody out there was searching for just that thing because they had the perfect use for it, wouldn't it want to be where it could be the most useful? Maybe that thing shouldn't be sitting in a box in the corner after all, but should be where it could do the most good.

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