Left Behind

I was listening to a podcast today in which the guest went into great detail about how she left her suitcase in an airport Starbucks. She made the realization during the halfway point of the flight from Boston to Los Angeles.

She had “the meeting of her career” scheduled for 8:30 a.m. the next day. The bag contained her clothes, shoes, and makeup. She couldn’t go to the meeting in the tracksuit she was wearing on the flight. With a scheduled midnight arrival, there weren’t any late-night shopping options. Luckily she was able to assemble something presentable from Target at 8:00 a.m. the next morning.

I’ve had similar sick feelings when my professional gear and some exposed film got separated from me. This included an entire day’s work left on a table at a restaurant. Another time was when a grip case was picked out of my pile of cases by a client and transported to our location in Paris. We were traveling in separate taxis and he thought he was doing me a favor by lightening my load. The problem was that he forgot to tell me.

Luckily, those moments were rare and absent any lasting damage.

Most parents have experienced similar situations in which a child’s favorite toys or emotion support item has gone missing. I’m still scarred by a few of those experiences.

When I saw Tinkerbell left behind on a bench in front of the Kirkwood, Missouri library, I instantly knew that some poor parent was probably in agony somewhere nearby.

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.

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