I was in a thrift store a few years back, thumbing through a 1960s psychology textbook, when this fell out of the pages. From what I gather, Barbara was in love with a guy named Donald, and I guess Donald threw the picture in his textbook and tucked it away in the closet, only to donate the books years later. Most people can identify with loving someone who doesn’t love you back; but, the key to weathering the letdown is to wear a nice broach for picture day.
Found while cleaning out my desk at work. I got to the bottom of a pile of papers that had been left by the previous occupant of my desk and found a CD labeled “Release the Beaver.” I popped it into the computer and found this single photo file. Something about this photo made me hold onto it. The pink hues, the giant beaver, the giant beaver pride.
It was somewhere around my 12th birthday when my mom bought me a teen devotional from a thrift store. I was flipping through the book when this picture fell out. I showed it to my mother. She told me to pray for her. So I did. And I have been, for years now.
I have always secretly hoped that I might meet her one day, and she’ll be living a pleasant, wonderful life.