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(This story isn't about Mitch, but is somewhat related to Mitchell's Journey and the power of community)
 

Less than a week ago I received an email from an old high school friend from Lake Tahoe who also follows Mitchell's Journey. Over the years she has become an even dearer friend of mine. In her message she told me her husband was fishing and caught a camera. When he came home from his fishing trip Jamie (my friend) checked to see if the memory card still worked. It did. 

As fate would have it, the camera had been entombed in the ice cold lake for about 3 years and the family to whom it belonged had photos of Riverton and lived in South Jordan, Utah. As fate would also have it, I live near all of that. 

So, upon hearing this I posted the story of the lost and found camera with a couple of photos to some of my friends and a few local Facebook groups. Another dear friend of mine, 先生 Jesse Meadows (of Riverton Karate), circulated the story within her network, too, and from there the power of social media flexed its mighty muscles. In less than 3 days the owner of the camera was found. 

It was fun to be a small part of a neat chain of events. Two articles have been written (Utah/Nevada) and evidently CBS / National news is interested in telling more of the story. 

What are the odds? 

Clearly, the odds are in this woman’s favor. 

Photo credit: Jamie Clark (my awesome photographer friend from Tahoe)

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jamie-J-Clark-photography/133250776762577

http://www.ktvn.com/story/24558594/tahoe-camera-mystery-hooks-local-fisherman-photographer

http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/news/57464189-78/camera-levitre-garnett-lake.html.csp

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During his short life Mitch was blessed with some very special relationships. Evan, one of his older cousins, was one such blessing. 

Whenever possible Evan had Mitch on his shoulders, physically or emotionally, and helped him do what was difficult or lonely. At every family event this good soul always seemed to make sure my son was included. Mitch loved him like a brother and I know Evan loved him, too. That’s the funny thing about service: you can’t help but love and be loved. I wonder how many world conflicts could be solved by serving with love those we are tempted to hate.

In so many ways, it seemed as if Evan and Mitch were cut from the same spiritual cloth and that somehow, in some heavenly place before they came to earth, they knew each other … and well. 

When Mitch was sick and dying, just a few days before he passed, Evan called my phone and left a tender and loving message just for Mitch. I wept and I wept when I heard it. When I put myself together I shared it with Mitch and he cried, too. He didn't cry because he was sad, he cried because he was loved, and he felt it. Once again Evan put Mitch on his shoulders and carried him a ways. That message is still on my phone and I cannot bring myself to delete it. 

I’m convinced on the shoulders of giants and noble kings are the people they serve. They don’t use their stature to be served by others, but rather to serve others. The giants of which I speak lift so others might see and do things that are out of reach. And noble kings do the same, in kind. Neither gives thought to keeping score, ever looking to serve others more. 

If ever I lose my way and forget how to live and love, I will look to this image and remember the special bond between these noble souls. This is how I want to live and love – and I am grateful for these young boys for teaching me.