It pays to go through your junk

For the last few years there have been a few boxes in the garage that have needed my attention. They had various objects in them but it was mostly stuff from my mission. Finally I had some time to go through it, organize it, and put the stuff into something more protective than slowly deteriorating cardboard boxes. I threw away a lot of stuff but I did find a few surprises. Among the items I rediscovered were a t-shirt, apparently made by my sister and my good friend Sara and signed by several friends. A ton of old pictures. Some good, some bad, and some were ugly. Pictures of Jim, Julie, Alicia, and other good friends. My mission journals and memorabilia. It was nice to remember some of the long forgotten memories, places, and people. Twenty-two dollars. Yes I actually found money. Tonight dinner was on me. More importantly were the memories of forgotten friends. Kristen was having fun giving me a hard time about old girlfriends (I won't mention who, but there is one in particular she really enjoys razzin' me about). I miss my good friend Sara. It has been far to long since we have had a good chat. We need to get together. So for all of you out there who have junk that you need to sort, remember it pays to go through your junk.