Later, she posted a thank you in the group that ended with the postscript: Feel free to use my post to describe childhood toys you lost and wished you could find copies of, maybe the group will work its magic for others. After giving a description of her beloved blue dog, another member of the group posted a link to an exact replica for $30! Moon purchased it immediately. Reading through the comments, she realized that one of the 2.8 million members recognized the item: her husband’s aunt was the Aunt Tootie, and the toy had once belonged to him! What were the chances? The group sprang into action, bought the toy, and shipped it to the original owner.īolstered by this, Moon expressed to the group how happy she was to see the item returned to its original owner, and shared how she’d searched the internet high and low for her own lost item. She found a community of like-minded people on social media who enjoyed sharing their “ weird and wonderful second hand finds.” One day, as she was scrolling through the posts, she spotted something that caught her eye: a knitted toy with a personalized label on the arm, created by someone’s Aunt Tootie. In the back of her mind, she was always thinking about her dog and wondering where it ended up. As an adult, she enjoyed perusing thrift stores and admiring second hand items that once belonged to other people. Years passed, but Moon never forgot her toy. That stuffed animal went everywhere she went for years, until one devastating day when she lost him at a local fair. It was such an integral part of her life that her grandfather would carry it around when she couldn’t-he could always be counted on to be in the stands at her basketball games, holding up the dog to cheer for her.
The stuffed animal brought her security and comfort. Her grandfather eventually recovered, and from that day forward she was never without her dog. She immediately dialed 9-1-1, and when the emergency responders who arrived on the scene recognized how traumatized she was after witnessing the event, they consoled her with a blue stuffed dog. One day when they were home alone, he suffered a massive heart attack. Moon was raised by her grandfather, who struggled with chronic health problems. For Mavis Moon, however, social media is what helped reunite her with a long-lost family member: a blue, stuffed toy dog.
Sometimes, that connection can restore old relationships or begin new ones. Many of us associate connection with social media: connection to the world, to friends and family, and perhaps even to others who share their ideas and hobbies. Ya’ll wanna eat… Chorus 4X Vamp You see, by myself I could never grow enough That’s why me an my neighbors don’t grow the same stuff But we don’t trade, we don’t measure, we don’t charge We give freely the way we got it from God. We goin’ back to the old ways except We technologically and metaphysically adept: Yep, like in the ancient times, when we could speak With animals, ‘cause we was kin, and they wasn’t meat. They ain’t drop outs: they know the math from which seasonswhich stars is up. So while the dollar bill steady losin’ its strength, I got enough food to feed ten families on my fence, Enough melons to make farmers out of felons, Turn gangstas into gardeners ‘Cause now they smart enough to keep this system fromstarvin’ us. We’d suffocate and everyday’d be night up in the hood But it’s all good… Chorus 4X Verse 3 One seed and I get a tree or a whole vine Bearin’ tens, even hundreds of fruit at one time. God is billin’ them for what they charge me to use If they could sell air and sunlight, they would. They think they own the water and land, but they’re confused. Journal never mentioned me? Huh… Chorus 4X Verse 2: See I’m a city boy, all the way urban But ain’t goin’ out like the pharoah’s servants: To eat, they sold their land and cattle for cheap, Then they gave their bodies up to the 40 hour week In the city, where pity runs low You can’t grow food in a loft, an apartment, or condo So now you work for the dollar and man When all you needed was sun, air, the water and land. I got breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the yard, So that recession ain’t hittin’ me as hard. The money I do spend on waterin’ crops I get right back, cause I don’t shop for groceries. It’s funny: this economy is based on greed, But more people don’t farm who got mouths to feed. And I ain’t blowin’ smoke when I say I grow trees. The economy could crash tonight And yo’ whole life savin’s couldn’t save yo’ life! Verse 1: I’m a crop farmer.
Here are the song's lyrics (courtesy of Keith Cross): Chorus 4X: Man I got that Home Grown. Like the song? Then buy it and Like Keith Cross on Facebook.
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