I lost one glove today. Left glove is faithfully warming my left hand, while right glove is sitting somewhere, lonely and cold, in the light rail 55 Hiawatha going toward Bloomington and Mall of America. Well, I suppose it's not completely lonely, as it's sitting with my cell phone holder. Sadness.
It made me think though - what use is one glove? What use is a glove without a hand to warm? What use is a thing without its purpose? And what use is a person without his or her purpose? Nothing really.
Good thing we have a purpose.