Would you all indulge me long enough to share a true story about a dog tag?
Our daughter in law is a teacher. One day she received a call from a colleague from another school. He told her that a little boy in his class had found a dog tag and had brought it to the teacher hoping to find the owner.
The name on the dog tag was the same as our last name and the teacher thought perhaps our DIL might know who it belonged to. She asked the first name on the tag and it was the same as my husband's name. She gave him our phone number and he called my husband and asked if he had lost a dog tag. He replied, "Not that I know of, but if the number on the tag is xxxxxxx then it has to be mine." The man said, "That is the number on it."
Hubby asked where the boy found the tag. The teacher named a town in mid-Ohio where no one in our family has ever been. The boy found the dog tag in a ditch. We have no idea how that tag ended up in a place where my husband nor any other member of our family has ever been. Big mystery. That tag has become a symbol to us that you can't really lose something that truly belongs to you.
