The other day I was at a friend’s house, and I was using an adaptor of mine to attach his phone memory chip to his computer. After leaving his house, I could not find my adaptor anywhere—I thought I had put in on the car seat but could not find it. Aggravated, I thought something to the effect that if it had not been for my assisting my friend, I would still have the adaptor. In short, I was blaming my friend (even thinking maybe he had kept it). Today, I was getting in my car and noticed the adaptor on the corner of the seat. This is my curse. As soon as I blame others for something mislaid or lost, like cosmic retribution I find the item just where I laid it. Used to I had children and youth in and out of my house all the time. I can’t tell you how many times I blamed them for taking something that I couldn’t find, only to find it later right where I had put it earlier but had forgotten where it was. Oh the sense of betrayal I felt on first noticing the missing item. Finding the item was always a mixed blessing—finding it was a plus, but my previous attitude, based on a groundless lack of trust and mean spirit—was a negative. It seems that when I blame others, more likely than not it boomerangs.
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