When I was about 12 years old, I waited at the end of my enlogated driveway for someone to pick me up. I was going babysitting and the parents were going to come and get me and drive me to their place. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I was feeling a little down in the dumps, as per the perils that come with being a 12 year old girl in a very small town. As I waited for them to arrive I just started looking around at the ground. Picking up rocks that resembled shapes, lining the driveway with sandstones and beachrocks... I spotted a patch of clovers, and managed to find a four leafed clover. I picked it, and placed it in my pocket.
When I returned home that night I was so excited to see it. I felt like I was so lucky!! I found a jar and placed the clover in water. Everytime someone came to visit I would be so excited to show them what I found! I placed the jar on a shelf that was attached to my bed. If I had a really bad day, when I got home I would go to my room and lie down, and pick up the jar. Just stare at it, and suttly tilt it back and forth and watch the clover move around. As I was very much old enough now to know the difference, that this one little clover wasn't really lucky, it was just a clover, the child in my mind still hoped that it was.
I had forgotten about this jar, that collected dust on the shelf connected to my bed, and grew up. It became hidden, behind picture frames and magazines, until the day I was old enough to go to College. The day that I was leaving my hometown to move away for a higher education, my Mother suprised me with the clover. She had laminated it, and it fit perfectly in my wallet. She told me to keep it with me, in my wallet, because it would bring good luck! As silly as it was, it was thoughtful of her to do that, and I cherished it. From time to time, throughout my travels all across the country, I would be ruffling through my purse and I would find it. I would be reminded of the innocence of being 12 years old, so imaginative, and also, it would remind me of my Mother.
When I went to my very first interview in the workforce after college, I looked at it. This was to be my very first job in my chosen field, and I really, really wanted it. I held the card between my thumb and forefinger, and gently rubbed it for good luck. Like a child I wanted to use it's power, and I got the job. The job didn't pan out for long, as the company that had hired me ceased to operate after only 3 months of my working there. I moved again, and again, and everytime I really really wanted something, I remember that the clover was in my wallet. I would take it out, look at it, and put it away.
Unlike when I was so young, I didn't take it out to show everyone, or tell people that I had it, it was no longer a prize that I had found, more a prize I had been awarded. It had no magical powers, no influence, and no real significance, but to me it was home. It was comfort. It was my Mother... and something that I rediscovered from time to time, that reminded me of a time when all the worries I had, at one point didn't matter.
Today, as I endeavour on another boring day at my job, which is not in my chosen field, it is quiet and not much to do. I noticed my wallet has given out, so decided to clean out and rearrange my purse. I have lost my clover. It is not behind my I.D. where I usually store it, nor in any other compartment. I have mixed feelings about this. Immediatley, I felt like I had lost the most important part of my being. This item, that has so much history, and has been with me so long; this item that reminds me of such a long time ago, has left me. Only right now have I recognized it's significance to me. I feel silly, that I am actually distraught that I cannot locate it, and fear I will never see it again.
As I look at the blessings I have around me, love and a passion for my interests, and I look at the misfortunes I have been faced with, I realize there was no real presence of luck in my life. I worked for what I have gained, I lost what I could not control, I earned what I own, and I was denied what I did not work for. Whoever finds it, I hope it brings you luck.
When I returned home that night I was so excited to see it. I felt like I was so lucky!! I found a jar and placed the clover in water. Everytime someone came to visit I would be so excited to show them what I found! I placed the jar on a shelf that was attached to my bed. If I had a really bad day, when I got home I would go to my room and lie down, and pick up the jar. Just stare at it, and suttly tilt it back and forth and watch the clover move around. As I was very much old enough now to know the difference, that this one little clover wasn't really lucky, it was just a clover, the child in my mind still hoped that it was.
I had forgotten about this jar, that collected dust on the shelf connected to my bed, and grew up. It became hidden, behind picture frames and magazines, until the day I was old enough to go to College. The day that I was leaving my hometown to move away for a higher education, my Mother suprised me with the clover. She had laminated it, and it fit perfectly in my wallet. She told me to keep it with me, in my wallet, because it would bring good luck! As silly as it was, it was thoughtful of her to do that, and I cherished it. From time to time, throughout my travels all across the country, I would be ruffling through my purse and I would find it. I would be reminded of the innocence of being 12 years old, so imaginative, and also, it would remind me of my Mother.
When I went to my very first interview in the workforce after college, I looked at it. This was to be my very first job in my chosen field, and I really, really wanted it. I held the card between my thumb and forefinger, and gently rubbed it for good luck. Like a child I wanted to use it's power, and I got the job. The job didn't pan out for long, as the company that had hired me ceased to operate after only 3 months of my working there. I moved again, and again, and everytime I really really wanted something, I remember that the clover was in my wallet. I would take it out, look at it, and put it away.
Unlike when I was so young, I didn't take it out to show everyone, or tell people that I had it, it was no longer a prize that I had found, more a prize I had been awarded. It had no magical powers, no influence, and no real significance, but to me it was home. It was comfort. It was my Mother... and something that I rediscovered from time to time, that reminded me of a time when all the worries I had, at one point didn't matter.
Today, as I endeavour on another boring day at my job, which is not in my chosen field, it is quiet and not much to do. I noticed my wallet has given out, so decided to clean out and rearrange my purse. I have lost my clover. It is not behind my I.D. where I usually store it, nor in any other compartment. I have mixed feelings about this. Immediatley, I felt like I had lost the most important part of my being. This item, that has so much history, and has been with me so long; this item that reminds me of such a long time ago, has left me. Only right now have I recognized it's significance to me. I feel silly, that I am actually distraught that I cannot locate it, and fear I will never see it again.
As I look at the blessings I have around me, love and a passion for my interests, and I look at the misfortunes I have been faced with, I realize there was no real presence of luck in my life. I worked for what I have gained, I lost what I could not control, I earned what I own, and I was denied what I did not work for. Whoever finds it, I hope it brings you luck.