Hi, this is the third post I said I'd write today. A couple days ago, I was driving to Mass. When I had arrived there, I realized that I was missing my confession notebook, but that I had also left it on top of the car before I got into my car, and wondered where on earth could it possibly be anymore. I was prepared to declare it forever lost. I decided to take a different route home such that I'd enter the subdivision a different way than I normally would, and as I was going toward my house, about six houses down from me I see this piece of paper waving in the wind, sitting on the street, but I thought Nah, can't be that. As I came into my driveway, I thought, wait a minute, let me make sure it isn't that notebook. I drove back to the thing sitting in the street, got out of the car, and noticed that it was my confession notebook. It had been sitting in the street for 2 and a half hours. Unfortunately, it has been run over and the springs no longer work, but I was utterly relieved. If I had taken my usual route home and come into the other side of the subdivision, I would not have noticed it unless I chose to keep driving past my house.
