If you could fill a shoebox with the things that are most important to you, what would they be? You can add more or put in less or come back and add again later. There's really no rules. I'll start with these: 1. Pictures of my kids and my grandson. 2. Picture of my favorite dog - Murlow - unfortunately now deceased. 3. My nursing cap - unfortunately now, long lost and in a landfill someplace. 4. Champagne corks from my wedding and my kids' baptisms. 5. A Russian made teapot. There's my start and I'm sure I'll think of other things later.
My USAF Senior Pilot wings...(badge) worth about 13 dollars...but priceless to me. Never married, no kids...maybe some campaign ribbons thrown in the shoebox for good measure. That's about it; I'll be leaving the World with not much more than I arrived with.
Priceless indeed! Those aren't easy to get and you should be proud. Thank you for serving.... Your post made me smile.
Good thread by the way...reducing all our possessions to fit into a shoebox is a way to prioritize what is really important to us; at least symbolically.
There wouldn't be anything work-related, that's for sure. Family is most important, so the pony tail my son cut off last week would go in, as I can't put him in. Fur and paw prints from labradors, who died 10 and 22 years ago respectively. Pictures obviously, of family, dogs and beautiful places like the river taken from the top of the hills where I spend many happy hours walking and sitting with dogs and family in the summer. Maybe some beautiful sea debris and rocks, I collect good-looking rocks down at the shore and bring them back for the rockeries We moved about a lot when I was younger, so I don't care about stuff. Don't get attached to material things or even people in many cases. Everything is transient. I am itching to move again but will have to content myself with a move at work, on this occasion against my will I'm about to move from working alone for 3 years, to working in a big team again. Maybe we could put a lighthouse in my box, that is where I'm ideally suited to living/working. As long as there are no other people about. If I could do anything, I would study art and learn different basic techniques of oil painting, to enable me to develop the only thing which really makes me happy. Instead, I have to work every day until I die. So would it be things from the actual world, or things from the world I would like to live in, that I have to put in the box? Paints and brushes. An electric screwdriver. The rest, I could make on site from two palm fronds and a stick.
Pretty much the same for me. Sans campaign ribbons though. Everyone gets those, so I would put medals and ribbons that I "earned." I am trying to think of something else I have that warrants any value, but I am drawing a blank. Maybe my Dave Krieg action figure. Sadly, I am not much more than that.
Funny how much like you, I think I am. I've been out of nursing for over a year now and have no desire to return to it. I've told friends that I'd just as soon become a motel housekeeper or the lady at Taco Bell who mops the floors -- and they laugh and think I'm kidding. I'm not. The only person I'd have to deal with is one boss. No more patients families!!! No more doctors! No more people from the front office gripping because I don't know every single d*mned Medicare rule! And no one counting on me to keep them alive for my shift. Ha! Mopping floors at Taco Bell is the ultimate in stress relief! LOL You reminded me that I should add to my list: all my power tools and all my art supplies
kids pictures and my wonderful grandchildren's pics, important to me I want pics of my wife so I can remember the good times we had before she got sick , I have a cassette tape of our reception but no film , it is cherished
You need your power tools, but don't use the electric screwdriver as a hammer...it will break it. I'm sick of work. I'm being hounded to move to this huge team and told there are all kinds of opportunities and money to be made for capable people, but I can't face it and as you say, it's not worth it to me. I had to move 3 years ago and take on a whole new discipline, which was fine and very interesting and this new team interacts with my present job, but the new job involves dealing with the public and working with very, very assertive selfish people of enormous egos and I'm not interested. I just want to work and get things done in peace. The minute people are involved, it's just a pain in the backside...
No I didn't, but when I came back in here, I noticed the thread jumped onto that thread. Forum gremlins again? I would never look into the super bowl thread. ....you're right, UOTG, thanks, it's in that thread. I've asked someone to delete it this time. That is the first time that's happened...Twilight Zone.
Odd. Well now your question makes sense to me. No, I would not put the flag in a shoebox with all my stuff. While service and country are very, very important to me, the flag represents a lot more than just my life.
Some photos of my family and friends. My ipod. My glasses which I can't live without. My grannys' rosary beads. A letter from the Irish military archive to my great-grandfather confirming his account of his activities with the IRA during the War of Independence it is an important piece of family history and I feel honoured that I was the person who was entrusted it by my grandfather. My name tag from my first job. Can I cheat and have a kindle with all the books I own?
All my Bon Jovi albums won't fit into a shoebox, can I take two? I don't really have anything of value, just things that are valuable to me. Sentimental, if you like. I'd take a picture of my cats, Kelli and Grace, as well as Kelli's first immunisation card from the vet in 1997. I'd take Gracie's registration tag she got from the council. I would also take my three ticket stubbs from Kasey Chambers concerts I have attended, and my photo with her. Anything else I can replace. Those things I cannot, and while they may be only paper, and worth nothing, to me, they are worth a million dollars, especially as I don't have much left to remind me of my beloved kitties.
