Sometimes I stumble across amazing things.
According to the news report, on the night before Christmas last year, Clay and Velma Lykins of Jefferson County, Kentucky, ventured out on the porch to turn off the Christmas lights and noticed a large, plastic-wrapped object sitting at the end of their driveway. Inside the wrapping was a wicker chair that had been stolen from their porch some 17 or 18 years earlier, along with this note:
To whom it may concern: Approximately 13 to 17 years ago my husband stole this wicker rocking chair from the porch of this house. I am ashamed of his behavior and am returning this stolen item. I have since been divorced from my husband and have since been "born again." My life has completely changed and I want to undo any wrongdoing to the best of my ability. I know this chair is not in the same condition as when it was stolen and I apologize. I now live in another state, Tennessee, and am rarely in this vicinity. I realize the cowardly fashion in which I am returning this, but the reason is obvious. I will not bother you again. Please forgive us. Sincerely.
That rocker, according to the Lykins, is now a treasured keepsake, kept in the bedroom along with the letter.
Isn’t it amazing how Christmas changes people?