#54- Goodwill

I've seen it done many times before on TV shows, but I never really believed it would happen to me. 

Last week, my dad took a few boxes of clothing to Goodwill to give away and amongst those boxes was about half of my clothes. Somehow, when my mom had been storing them for the summer until I went back to school, they had been mixed up with the give away pile and shipped out. I didn't notice until a week later and it was too late to retrieve any of my clothes.

Giving away half my clothes is no big deal really. I have more than enough shirts and pants and everything, but a lot of those clothes had memories attached to them. One sweater was a gift from my girlfriend; another was my journalism hoodie from first year. It's that sort of stuff that made me pretty sad about giving my clothes away. 

But what made me feel a lot better was the fact that my clothes went to Goodwill. My clothes had not been stolen, burned in a fire or anything like that, but instead had gone to someone else who was able to get some clothes because of my unfortunate circumstance and would, in turn, be able to create their own memories with the things I had attached such nostalgia to.  

So I am grateful for Goodwill. I am grateful that there was a silver lining to my negative experience and that Goodwill made that possible. I am grateful for the people who run Goodwill and the opportunity for people to give their clothes away rather than let them hang in their closets unused. And I am grateful that my memories will not be lost with my clothes, but will instead multiply with the people who now own them.