While hiking (if you can call it that) in a state park earlier today, we stumbled across a knife laying at the edge of a lake. My mind immediately started weaving stories that could make any person cringe. Who forgets a huge fillet knife, was it someone like you see in horror movies? Was this knife bait for some well-planned kidnapping scheme? Could this knife have been the weapon used to commit a heinous crime? I should just walk away, and forget about it... Do I leave it there? NO! I had to pick it up, curiosity was killing me! The first thing I did was take it out of the sheath to see if there was blood on it. (I know! That's just ridiculous) Any normal person would have just walked away, but I had to pick it up. I texted my husband who happens to be on the other side of the world to ask him what I should do, and he says: "Good question." What a great help he is. My son on the other hand, (who obviously has more sense than I do) tells me that we should just turn it in to the ranger office. Ha! If my mind only thought that innocently; he even offered to carry it for me, YEAH RIGHT! I don't want my son involved in the crime spree this knife could have been a part of! As we walk to the car, I keep getting flashes of people seeing me with this knife, and a child... what are they going to think? Am I going to go to jail for trying to do the right thing?
As we get to the Ranger station, I get out of the truck, and the Park Ranger is pulling up in his cute little golf cart, I grab the knife out of the back, and start walking towards him... the thoughts start racing through my mind again... does he think that I am going to try to high-jack his speedy little cart? Does this guy carry a gun? Alas, I hand him the knife, and his only reply was: "Thanks! I am sure someone is looking for this!"
Why is it that I can make such a huge ordeal out of something so simple?
