One of the best things about this stage in my life is that I get to observe things with open eyes. When my kids were younger, I was so busy rushing around, moving, running, going, caring, that sometimes I missed what was in front of my nose.  

These days, however, I notice things.  Once I hit my 40’s, I found that my previous attention deficits have lessened (that doesn’t count misplacing my keys and mixing up my kids’ names!).

So, when last Tuesday, we opened the door for some needed fresh air after a very hot day, and saw a box sitting on our front stoop at our door, I couldn’t help but think, “What is the message here?”

My son was the one to notice it.  If we lived in Israel or another country where there is terrorism, I doubt we would have opened this “suspicious object” as they call it in those countries. We would have called the police.

But we live in the U.S.  Opening the zipper of the large, square fabric box, my son revealed a black wig inside.

Now, before anyone reading this gasps, let me explain that women in our community wear wigs for reasons of modesty which is an entirely different subject for another post. In this case, when we got this box which was not expected at all, we were surprised and a bit unnerved.

Who would drop something off without identifying themselves? Who would do such a thing without even calling? Is this some kind of joke?

Is it rude for me to object to something like this? Should I accept this graciously and put it in my closet to gather dust?

I really didn’t know what to do, except to post an online announcement on our community website’s bulletin board that someone mistakenly dropped off a wig box at my door step. Please call the following number to claim your box and perhaps bring it to its rightful recipient.

That was last Tuesday. Now it is one week later, and I’ve received no responses from the anonymous donor of a black wig to this blonde writer.

At this writing, my inclination is to wait another few days and donate the box with the wig to a poor bride or other needy person who cannot afford to purchase something like that for herself. In our community and in others, we have “Gemachs” which are free loan services that many have alluded to in other posts.

There are Gemach’s for baby gear, for books, medicine, wigs, and many other items.

So yes, I can donate the wig to the Gemach. I can do something with it.

I can do something with my frustration at getting something “dumped” at my doorstep. It was an innocent mistake (still trying to figure out what they were thinking? But that’s besides the point).

Anyway, the next time you decide to leave something at my doorstep anonymously, can it be a diamond ring?

Because, I’m not so sure I’d donate that one to a Gemach. Or maybe I would.

What has come to your door steps unexpectedly?  Share below, and if you wish, tell us how you resolved it.

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