The garage sale and online sales have been a great success. All together I have raised $450. Can you believe it? And the garage is finally getting cleaned up. I still have several other items I am selling so the total could still go up. My mom worked SO hard with me to get this going. She is my hero. And another year to go live it up at the "Big D" as it is known to us.
As suspected, all kinds crawled out of the woodwork to come to the sale. I'm not sure exactly why but I guess it is a big cultural thing for people to come up from Mexico and clear out the garage sales of electronics and such. They would come screeching around the corner in these huge vans or trucks. One or two men would jump out of the truck and scout out the loot. If they liked anything they grabbed it, negotiated just a little and left with their new found treasures. If they didn't see anything at all, they would wave on their friends and the mass exodus of battered vehicles would take place.
Some people thought my gorgeous almost never worn suit from Ann Taylor was way overpriced at $3. Others thought everything I had was a steal. There are all kinds.
I can't even tell you how overwhelming the crowds were. I barely had a chance to sit down. Until about 11 am. The crowds just halted. Weird.
The worst part of it all is I turned around at one point in the day and didn't see Vincent. Mom was feeding Brady and Savannah was inside. No Vincent. I bolted through the house screaming his name. I ran to the end of the cul de sac. No Vincent. At this point I am feeling nausiated and dizzy. I just kept screaming his name. Flashes of strange people in their dirty vans snatching him from the crowd kept popping into my head. It was one of the worst moments of my life. I looked at my mom and said, "You need to call 911"
My friend Stephanie pulled up in her car just then and offered to scour the neighborhood for him. Everyone at the garage sale put down their stuff and started looking up and down the street. "What was he wearing? What does he look like? How old is he?" I couldn't think. Several minutes passed. It felt like everything was spinning. How could I lose my son?
Suddenly one of the neighbors garage doors opened and her comes that little Stinky toddling out and laughing. Somehow he got into the garage and let himself back out. He knows how to open our garage door so maybe he went in, closed himself in and then let himself back out. I have no idea. But I just grabbed him and held on for dear life.
I was amazed at how helpful everyone was. Without question nothing seemed to matter but this little lost boy. Even to strangers. I guess they weren't all weirdos after all.
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