My Camera Took a God Trip
Life is not a plan. It’s a journey.
This is something my mom knows well. So it was fitting that, as we journeyed NYC-bound on the Acela Express, we would soon learn not only people can travel, but things can, too.
You see my mom lives in the belief that life is a God trip; God only knows where you’ll end up. As we zipped up the East Coast toward Manhattan, I helped her set up her blog, aptly named Life is a God Trip to celebrate her philosophy in an online space. Snapping a photo of her, I wanted to capture her joy. But little did I know that that photo would be the key to the camera itself.
We got settled in our hotel room, had a nice meal and retired early as we knew the next day would be long. Up at dawn, we breakfasted, then took a taxi to the harbor for a boat tour of Lower Manhattan. It was then that I realized my beloved camera, the holder of so many memories during my mammoth five-state five-week trip, was gone.
I should have known the camera had its own ideas. It had slipped from my lap and into my bag on the train. Little did I know it was practicing its escape!
Later that day, I half-heartedly asked the hotel security if they had seen the camera. They had not. Saddened, but steeped in my God trip knowledge, I sensed the camera had decided to take its own journey.
And so it had.
Yesterday a woman left a comment on my mom’s blog, explaining she lived in Venezuela and that her mother had found a hot pink camera in a NYC taxi. She scanned the pictures to find a clue as to the owner’s identity. That’s when she came upon my mom’s photo of joy in front of her newly birthed blog. She must have read the URL, then matched her picture to the one on the camera. She was writing to ask for the address so that she may return it on her trip to Florida, where my own God trip in April began.
No, my friends. Life is not a plan. It is indeed a journey, one of joy and grace and miracles.
For this I am forever grateful. Thank you, Alexandra, of Venezuela. Your kindness will live on in all that I do.
WillowMay 24, 2011 at 11:07 am
What I didn’t tell you was that the date on her email was your birthday, Sunday, May 22nd. The camera’s comeback was another birthday present. God loves being anonymous. I love the last sentence in your blog!Love, Mom
SuzanneMay 29, 2011 at 2:16 am
wow- what an awesome story. I am not shocked, however. These things happen in this family so often! Must be that silver-lining thing again. XO.