I broke my rock collection
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I have a small collection of polished lapidary stones brought back from Death Valley by my Mom when she went to visit inlaws in Las Vegas with my late stepfather.
This collection holds great sentimental value and had been with me quite a number of years until last Tuesday when it became knocked onto the floor from my desk shattering the clear glass container and fracturing a couple of the stones to my utter dismay.
I was inconsolable for several hours while I pondered my loss in the background while presenting a brave face to my cohorts who heard the glass smash and inquired accordingly.
Having just written a piece on not being a whiny crybaby I felt obligated to 'suck it up' and get on with my life in a fairly rapid fashion.
However, I still feel my attention to detail could use some work as can my situational awareness in light of this clumsy episode of destruction which leaves me feeling without.