There it was just laying out in the open in plain view on the floor in the women’s restroom, a folded up piece of paper. My curiosity instructed me to pick it up and unfold it, It was a page torn from a small memo pad barely big enough for a shopping list but the few words on this small page cried out for answers.
The author had made a case on this small torn out page for her life like a claim had been made against her and this was her chance for a rebuttal.
“I could’ve been a doctor, a lawyer…or finished my business degree. I could’ve been a teacher… There is a lot of could haves but were there any “should haves”?
Wow. That’s a good question…I’m just been thrust into deep thought about my life decisions. I let the thought process roll over me like a strong wave and just let it run it’s course.
Who was this woman and does she need this memo back? Is she a psych major that’s just pondering deep thoughts of life for an assignment or is she in a life crisis trying to find herself? As I walk down the hallway I can’t help but notice all the woman that pass, I’m carefully studying their facial features to see if there is anything that might identify the author I’m searching for.
But nothing stands out.