Weeks can go
by and I don’t see, or at least notice them, but last week I paid attention,
and I counted seven. Seven shoes by the side of the road. One was a baby’s
shoe. Since there is a day care on the first floor of our office building, I
can imagine a cranky little one kicking their legs as mommy or daddy hurriedly carried
them across the street. But, how one sneaker, boot, stiletto, or loafer ends up
along an expressway shoulder is a mystery.
Surely you’ve
noticed them? Maybe you’ve got a theory, or an actual story of a sibling
tossing a brother’s smelly boat of a shoe out the window of a moving car as a
joke. If that’s the case, I’m sure there were consequences. Could it be a
superstition of sports teams to drop a shoe from the bus as it sails along
taking them to an away game? Are there abandoned clogs in Amsterdam or ferragamos
on the Appian Way?
During this
season of Hanukkah and Christmas there are plenty of mysteries to consider. Shoes
are not one of them, but I doubt baby Jesus had booties and perhaps many of
those rededicating the temple had only one pair of sandals. The random lone
shoe now makes me think of those who would be grateful for even just the one. So,
in my circular way of thinking, I’m sure that there are a pair or two of shoes
in my closet that I haven’t worn in ages. I’ll be grateful for them as I sort
and then make sure that the Goodwill bag gets delivered before Christmas Eve.
You may consider doing the same thing now or the next time you see a shoe along
the roadside.
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer
yourself in any direction you choose.
-Dr. Seuss
Marilyn
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