When I was 12, my dad was in a traumatic car accident, inwhich he was not expected to live. During the many weeks that he was in the ICU, my mom, sisters and I were each given a glass angel pin to wear as some sort of lucky token. My family is about as far from being religious or spiritual as one could possibly be, but when you are potentially facing the death of a parent, you are not in any position to give up any sort of "good luck". I wore this angel through the months of miraculous recovery that my dad endured, and afterward, the angel never left my side.
At my highschool graduation, I tucked my little angel pin behind my dress strap. I can remember squeezing her as I stood up to accept my diploma. After highschool, I decided to spend all off my graduation money and travel for the year- Miami, Germany, Manhatten, Brooklyn, were just some of the places that myself and my angel (tucked secretly in my purse pocket) ventured off to. And then of course, there was the exciting happenings of my first apartment. Oh, that poor angel, who witnessed so much from the wooden vanity that she was pinned to. She now rests in the change compartment in my car, and during storms and late night driving, I aways make an effort to make certain that she is there.
I've never believed in actual angels, and I certainly don't believe in "lucky" tokens, but I do believe in comfort and familiarity in special objects...........
You give that object a nice ride: origin story, past adventures, current position--and definitely link it to you and by so doing, reveal parts of your personality. Works for me.
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