I was shocked Monday when I read my sister’s Facebook post that had been shared on her community’s Facebook page.

Atchison, Kansas...Your Memories & Thoughts...

“... Please be on the lookout for our black Ford F-150. It was stolen from the front of our house sometime last night. Veterans tags, U.S. Marine Corps stickers and front license plate. If you see it, please call the Atchison Police Department. Thank you.”

A list of comments followed:

“Sorry for your trouble, Lydia. Will do!” wrote one friend.

“Hope it is found soon!” another chimed in.

“I can honestly say I know what that feels like!!!! So sorry!” another responded.

And on and on. Dozens of Atchison, Kan., residents shared her post on their Facebook pages in hopes of helping my sister find the perpetrator who stole her husband’s beloved truck.

No one is immune to crime, I reminded myself, which is why Wife and I try to take every precaution not to become victims.

Feeling awful about the situation and knowing how much my brother-in-law loved his truck, I decided to call my sister to offer encouragement.

“I’m so sorry to hear about Sam’s truck,” I said after she answered the phone. “I can’t believe it was stolen from right in front of your house.”

She cleared her throat and gave me one of those laughs that immediately tell you things weren’t exactly as they seemed.

“We’re so stupid,” she said, going on in more detail.

Apparently, several hours after they had called the cops, filled out a police report about the truck’s theft and posted a call for help on Facebook that was shared dozens of times, my sister got a call from her son that went something like this:

“Hey, Mom, my buddy out at Phalen’s said he saw your post on his dad’s Facebook page and called to tell me that you and Dad didn’t pick up the truck after dropping it off for an oil change on Saturday. The truck is still there.”

Talk about the ultimate senior moment.

I thought I was going to have a heart attack I was laughing so hard. I couldn’t catch my breath.

When my laughter finally subsided, my sister went on to explain that Saturday was a super busy day, with both her and her husband running around with their toddler granddaughter in tow, trying to get a host of tasks accomplished.

When her husband went out to get into his truck on Sunday morning, he came running back inside exasperated to report that it was gone, stolen! “From right in front of our house!”

I was rolling.

“Both of us were just so upset the truck was gone,” my sister said. “We had been so busy Saturday we had completely forgotten we had taken it to get an oil change and failed to pick it up.”

The upside: My sister noted that they had provided more comedy relief to the residents of Atchison than they’ve had in quite some time.

It makes my inability to find my car in the Walmart parking lot seem minuscule as far as senior moments go.

Needless to say, I doubt they’ll ever live it down in that small town. “So, did the cops ever find your truck?” will be the common welcome for years to come.

Mask prayer

On a more serious note, I received a copy of “A Prayer for Putting on a Face Mask” from Dr. Michael Isaacson, a cardiologist at NEA Baptist Clinic, who wanted me to share it with our readers. He had received it from his wife, Julie Isaacson, and I from my wife, who works at NEA Baptist Clinic.

“Creator God, as I prepare to go into the world, help me to see the sacramental nature of wearing this cloth. Let it be a tangible and visible way of living love for my neighbors, as I love myself.

“Christ Jesus, since my lips will be covered, uncover my heart, that people would see my smile in the crinkles around my eyes. Since my voice may be muffled, help me to speak clearly, not only with my words, but with my actions.

“Holy Spirit, as the elastic touches my ears, remind me to listen carefully and caringly to all those I meet. May this simple piece of cloth be shield and banner, and may each breath that it holds, be filled with Your love. In Your name and in that love, I pray.

“Amen.”

Rev. Richard Bott,

moderator,

Presbyterian Church of Canada

Words to live by, indeed. We need such guidance in these troubled times. All of us have different baggage that we carry. Being kind and respectful to one another by the simple wearing of a face mask while out in public says that we care about the human condition of our fellow man.

Chris Wessel, editor of The Sun, can be reached at 935-5525, Ext. 250, or cwessel@jonesborosun.com.

Chris Wessel, editor of The Sun, can be reached at 935-5525, Ext. 250, or cwessel@jonesborosun.com.