Carrying gloves and a bag, ready to retrieve the two balloons found within 50 feet of each other last week, I decided to go collecting. Today I climbed a steep hill to return to two small piles I had stashed among the brambles months ago. I was on a treasure hunt for a bounty that nobody wanted.
A person could say that picking up another’s trash is a filthy, frustrating, degrading, and diminishing task. On the contrary I find it to be a purifying, just, empowering, and edifying one. Each piece represents a mistake made, and thus a mistake redeemed.