Those who are fond of the Harry Potter series (not everyone is, but that is a subject for another day) are aware that one of the four houses of Hogwarts is devoted to those who find things in Hufflepuff. Although the series of the novel does not tend to focus on this house, I have found myself caring more about this house than I would otherwise as someone who writes from time to time on the series  because I have taken the Pottermore sorting test and twice ended up in Hufflepuff when I figured that given my generally bookish and scholarly nature that I would be an obvious choice for the brainy Ravenclaws. Yet the fact that Hufflepuffs are noted for finding things is something that draws a great deal of interest. To be sure, I am not necessarily the best person at finding what I am looking for, but I end up being particularly good when it comes to returning things to others.
Three times recently I have been the steward of belongings to return to others. When I was at preteen camp, for example, I was made the keeper of three fragile ten commandments plaques and had them in my trunk for three weeks before I was able to return them to the young ladies who made them. Then, last weekend, I ended up being the custodian of a drawing and three colored pencils that had been left in a houseboat in the Dalles by the young lady who was the artist of them, which I returned to her at church yesterday where she appreciated it a good deal. Then, humorously enough, I ended up being the custodian of the music files and cd player of our choir director, who had left them by accident at church and I returned it to her after lunch since I live fairly close by, which ended up turning into an amusing experience watching most of the movie for Ready Player One and having some humorous conversation with them as well, once their noisy dog stopped barking at me.
There is a common cliche that says finders keepers, losers weepers, but I have never been particular interested in taking what I have found of others. Perhaps some people enjoy that sort of thing, but I do not consider this matter to be a zero sum game where one’s skill at finding things should lead to the misery of others. That is the sort of attitude that leads to endless rap songs about people stealing the lovers of the audience, the appeal of which I have never particularly understood. Instead, I have generally seen myself as the sort of person who would return that which was lost to those it belongs to, even if it is somewhat mystifying that this sort of thing should be a trend in my life. Is it common for people to end up returning things to others? It’s not something I tend to see happen very often, and the people who do it are usually those who are in charge lost and found, which is not something I am in charge of myself or ever have been.
What is the reason why it is important for us to return what we find to others? In our day and age, where people are burdened with so many belongings to keep track of and suffer from occasional mental lapses, often to being in a hurry to go places while one’s belongings are in unfamiliar places, it can be hard for people to keep track of what belongs to them. In that circumstance, it is all the more useful when other people are able to keep track of what belongs to others, to share the burden of paying attention to things and making sure they are where they are supposed to be. Logistics is a major challenge in our world, and when we have a good track of such matters, we can make life easier for others. There is always the hope as well that when we are conscientious about returning what belongs to others, that it will encourage others to do the same when it comes to our own belongings, which makes our own life less stressful as a result. And that can only be a good thing.
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