Why is it that important, meaningful promises are often broken, and some silly, insignificant ones are kept fiercely?

There were once four girls who made a decision to spend a summer at the beach.  They each had their own reasons for going: a change of scenery, the opportunity to make some hard-earned cash, maybe even a little romance.    They signed a four-month lease on a small cottage, and headed down in May.  Eventually they found jobs, but only one was lucky enough to find one that met her expectations.  The others floundered around a bit, changing jobs a few times here and there.  

Somewhere along the way, one of the girls met Sean, a gorgeous young man with a cool convertible, and they started to date.  He would come down every weekend with his best friend, and squire the girls around town in his sky blue rag-top.  Their nights were spent clubbing, and their days were spent recuperating on the warm sands of the beach, the surf pounding in the background.  Eventually, one of the other gals started dating the best friend, Frank, a sweet funny guy with his own cool convertible.  Was it true love?  Not really.  Sure, he was nice, polite and thoughtful, but mostly, he was convenient.  You see, she worked six nights a week that summer, and really didn’t get out much to meet decent guys.   After spending so much time together, it just seemed like the natural thing to do.

As the summer came to a close, the young men learned that their company was transferring both of them overseas.  One night, during their last weekend together, Frank pulled his girlfriend aside.

“You know, I’m leaving for Germany next week, and I’ve put most of my belongings in storage,” he said to her.

“I know.  You’ll send me a postcard every now and then, right?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said, “but I have a special favor to ask of you.  I have something very special that I’d like you to take care of for me while I’m gone.”

Crazy thoughts began to whirl in her mind.  Was this relationship more serious than she had thought?  Was he going to try and plant a ring on her finger?  How do I get out of his? She took a deep breath.

“Ok, Frank, what is it?’  she asked.

“Wait right here, I’ll go and get it, he said, scrambling to his feet.

He came back into the room with a bag, and inside the bag was….  

The Pig

 Yep, a ceramic pig.  Lovingly made for him by his grandmother. 

He proceeded to explain to her that she had given it to him as a little boy, and it was one of his most prized possessions.

“I’m afraid to ship it to Germany, and I’m afraid to put it into storage, “  he said.  “I would be devastated it if somehow got broken.  Could you please, please take care of it for me?”

Of course, how could she let him down?  She told him she‘d take care of his precious pig, and promised to guard it with her life.

That was twenty-two years ago, people!!!!!  And yes, I still have the darn pig!!!!  What was I thinking when I agreed to this?  And what was Frank thinking when he gave me the darn thing.  I know what both of us weren’t thinking- we weren’t thinking that I would end up moving seventeen times.  Oh yes, this pig has been a busy pig.  So far he’s had:

Nine Maryland addresses

Three Delaware addresses

Two Georgia addresses

Three Pennsylvania addresses

He’s managed to come through all of these moves with flying colors and nary a chip.  And yes, some men have come and gone.   Some of them have told me just to throw the darn thing away, but I can’t.  I made a promise.  So, poor piggy has been sitting in my basement for the past seven years, carefully wrapped in paper, ready to go in case his rightful owner should appear. 

Frank Moore, if you’re out there….PLEASE COME AND GET THIS DAMN PIG!!!!