Reflections on treasure hunting... Today my husband, daughter & I went on a treasure hunt. It took place at our county’s fairgrounds at the summer flea market. We set off on our journey unsure of what precious treasures would be found. We brought home a truckload of everything from an old wool rug for the laundry room, to an old scooter for who knows what, to a crystal light fixture and a vanity to add both bling-bling and function to our daughter’s bedroom. But the biggest treasure of all was a lesson learned. The lady that sold us the vanity told us a story. Earlier this week there was a youth group gathering at her church. The kids wrapped each other in toilet paper mummy style and then had a race across the lawn. This year the kids brought plastic wrap along to get their counselors in on the fun. As they wrapped a counselor his wife stood by observing. She got an uneasy gut-level feeling that this was not good. But the kids were acting with such good intentions that she was reluctant to rain on everyone’s picnic, so she held her tongue. Her husband set off on the race with a spring in his step, but soon lost his footing and began to fall forward. Being bound tightly by the plastic wrap, he had no way of breaking his fall. He was flown flight for life to a hospital and remains in a coma. He has since developed pneumonia. The family has no health insurance. The treasure I came home with was the lesson learned… to always trust my gut and to live with Truth by acting on those Instinctual impulses. Our gut feelings provide us with a warning system that has intelligence beyond our mental capacities. We would all be wise to honor it.