I left my wallet in my employer’s house. After discovering it was lost and not having positive memory of where it could be I began to wallow in my own swampy lows from a Saturday night to finally Monday when, at 11 AM, upon returning for work at their house, I found the wallet and intact (of course!)
And, also, finding joy.
I could identify with the closely simulated but still excruciating feeling of loss with which so many people are holding in their memory due to demolished homes from fire or loved ones taken abruptly due to a deranged person with a killing tool: guns. Or again, fire traps. I have so much for which to be grateful.