I had one of those days this afternoon. I was at the Sheil Catholic Center for Cheap Lunch ($3.00 for chips, a burger, salad, dessert and a soda!) and to talk to a few people about upcoming events. Since I wasn’t certain how long I was going to be there, I decided I would use one of my parking permits, which allow me to park on the street near Northwestern for more than two hours. After eating lunch and stopping by a few offices, I headed back to my car and realized I’d lost my keys. Panic ensued as I retraced my steps and enlisted about half the Sheil staff to help me look for my keys.
I was unable to find them at Sheil and finally headed back to my car, thinking I would pay attention to see if I had dropped them along the way, but if not, I’d take the el home and get my spare set to pick up the car. “At least,” I observed to the women who had been helping me, “I hung the permit in my windshield so I’m not worried about getting a ticket.”
About half a block from Sheil, I may have actually slapped my forehead as I realized, “I locked my keys in my car.” After I parked, I started filling out the parking permit, and took the keys out of the ignition, put them down, and locked the car door when I got out. And, indeed, when I got back to the car, there the keys were, on the seat of the car. With my panic at having missing keys gone, I called Sr. Jane and asked her to come pick me up, so I could come home, find my extra key and head back up to Evanston. She pointed out that there are spare car keys in the subprioress’s office and, after I phoned Sr. Patti, Jane got the keys to my car and headed to Evanston to rescue me.
While I don’t want to lose my keys again, the afternoon was a wonderful demonstration for me of the many ways I am supported by community and how much I need community to get through my daily life. No one made me feel stupid or helpless for having lost my keys. Everyone I encountered offered to help in some way–from looking through offices and across the grass to actually finding a spare key and driving up to deliver it to me. While I was nervous about having lost the key, I knew that, in the end, it would be alright and that I would wind up home with the car and in one piece. It’s easy to think that I can do it all alone. This afternoon was a reminder how much I am dependent on–and grateful for–community