All too often I have been driving down the road and noticed a shoe... never a pair of shoes, always just the one. I always wonder, "What the heck?" How, praytell, does a shoe just end up on the interstate? It makes no sense.
The hardest thing I have had to do, okay, not really... but one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, is give up and admit a pair of shoes needed to be thrown away. It hurt. A lot.
I've lost the heel on a pair of boots before. They were irreparable. I knew it. I even took them to a shoe doctor, all in vain. He told me the boots needed to be put down. They had lived their life. The intact mate was doomed to go on alone. Best to put them out of their misery together. They remained in my closet for almost a year before I stuffed them in the trash, slammed the lid and forced myself to walk away. I may have shed a tear that day.
Do the people who lose their shoe on the side of the road feel the same way? Was that shoe loved as much as I love mine? Perhaps we will never know. But their story deserves to be told. They deserve a chance to let their mate know where they are. They might be flattened and unrecognizable on the shoulder of the road - but they are out there. Maybe they are even wearable. But how can a shoe go on without their mate?
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