One of my students approached me one morning and informed me that he had forgotten his backpack at his bus stop. The pack contained all of his homework, pens, pencils, library books, you name it, he left it. I couldn't believe that he forgot to grab such an important item.
As I was reprimanding him for his forgetfulness, I began to look for my purse. Where had I put my purse? It was not on my desk or in the closet. Was it in my car? My student could tell that my mind was elsewhere so he finally asked, "What are you doing Ms. Haider?"
I looked sheepishly at him and replied, "I can't find my purse."
He belly laughed at my expense, "it's kharma!" he yelled. "And you were lecturing me!"
I could not believe it. He was right. How could I scold him when I was just as forgetful?
I did not worry too much about the purse because I knew that it had to be in my car or at my house. And luckily, it was.
I was also lucky later that same day when I recovered it from a Caribou Coffee house. My kids and I made a pit stop for a restroom, snack and coffee break. While we relaxed, I placed my purse on the back of my chair, ended up leaving it there and didn't realize my mistake until we were stuck in rush hour traffic.
My son had no concern whatsoever about the fate of my purse, he was just along for the ride. My daughter, on the other hand, was very concerned and on the edge of her seat as we turned around and headed back to the coffee house. Although, she was fairly certain that the woman who sat behind us was carefully watching the purse until we returned.
We all ran from our car and darted through the front door that was held open by a lovely gentleman. And there on the back of the chair was my undisturbed purse. The woman behind the chair smiled at us as I collected our sought out prize. My girl looked at me and said, "told you mom. I knew she would watch it for us."
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