The Green Jar

Sometime late in 2011 while walking with my dogs, I just happened to be looking down into the ditch where I noticed a large green glass orb nestled in the weeds.  Climbing down and pushing the weeds aside I realized it was a glass jar but figured the other side of it would be smashed.  When I pulled it out it was in one piece, filthy but intact.

I figured it had likely been pinched off someone's front porch somewhere and the perps had ditched it when walking down the road with it suddenly didn't seem like such a great idea.  'Cause it's pretty big -- about 27 inches high and over 4.5 feet around the belly narrowing to a 2 inch opening.

Working on the principle of "finder keepers" I pushed it deeper into the weeds and hustled home to get my car.  'Cause walking down the road with it didn't seem like such a great idea.  I got the jar home, cleaned it up and set about figuring out what to do with it.  No way was it going on the front porch. I mean, someone might steal it.

I decided that I would use it to save money to do something special for myself on my 60th birthday, just over six years away at the time.  Maybe a trip to the spa...a birthday bash...a little trip somewhere.  So every Sunday I emptied my spare change into the jar realizing that it was going to take forever just for the coins to cover the bottom.  Then in 2012 a series of things happened that changed my life.

And the direction the jar was destined to take.