Christopher looked every where. He looked beneath his bed, under his desk, and behind his dresser; nothing. He even moved the clothes pile on the floor of his closet. Still, he couldn’t find what he was looking for.
“Ah,” he thought confidently to himself, “There’s one place I didn’t look! Surely it must be there!” He darted off towards his Disney branded Mickey Mouse T.V. and its matching red stand to give them a quick look behind too. Nothing. Nada. Absolute zero.
Christopher let out a long and frustrated sigh as he plopped himself into his little red desk chair in obvious defeat.
“Where in the world could it be?” He mumbled to himself. “I’ve looked everywhere and I can’t find it! I looked beneath my bed; there is nothing there but red candy wrappers and matchbox cars! I looked under my desk; it’s not there! I looked behind my dresser - zilch! I even moved the clothes on the floor of my closet; all I found was a few beat up G.I. Joes I’ve been looking for, but that’s it! I know it exists! I just don’t know where in my world to look!”
Christopher bobbled his thought-laden head in and out of his hands in deep, deep concentration as he sat there on his little red desk chair for the better part of ten minutes. Ten minutes of dedicated deep thought may as well have been three hours for the restless seven-year-old. Yet, he sat there … and sat there … and sat there.
Just as he was ready to give up his search he suddenly remembered he had yet to use his time-tested and uber dependable method of finding lost things. “Drat!” He defiantly blurted as he launched himself out of his little desk chair and into a confident and upright position in the middle of his room. “Why in the world didn’t I think of that in the first place!?!”
“If I was it,” he wondered aloud as he slyly rubbed his chin, “Where would I go?”
He stood there, in the middle of his room, confidently rubbing his chin while searching for the answer to his time-tested and dependable method of finding lost things. It didn’t work either, unfortunately.
“If I was it,” he angrily and less confidently admitted to himself as he once again plopped himself into his little red desk chair, “I don’t know where I would go! I have no idea! I don’t know! Aghh, this whole thing is useless. I quit.”
Just as Christopher was quitting his younger sister wondered into his room for no other reason but to see what he was up to.
“What are you doing Christopher?” She asked in her typical soft and meek voice.
“Looking for Virtue.”
“Virtue? What’s virtue, Christopher?”
“Virtue is … you know … kindness, honesty, love, generosity. Stuff like that.”
“Oh! That’s what virtue is!?!”
“Yeah. That’s what virtue is.”
“So, where did you look?”
“My bed, desk, dresser, and closet.”
“It wasn’t there, huh?”
“Nope. I have no idea where it could…”
“Maybe virtue lives inside of you Christopher?”
“Inside of me?!?”
“Yeah. Inside of you. That’s what I think anyway. I think stuff like that is inside of you, Christopher!”
“Yeah. Inside of me!” Christopher exuberantly declared as ran out of his room. “Maybe your right!”
“Hey!” His surprised younger sister shouted. “Where are you going so …?”
“…the bathroom. I’m going to the bathroom! There is a mirror in there!”