I remember when computers used to say that all the time: searching… searching… and some little icon would be moving, indicating the passing of time and hopefully keeping us from bonking the machine on the head when we got impatient.
A local philanthropist donated 4000 eggs and my big worry was that we’d be combing the park till the wee hours cleaning up all the eggs that nobody found. In fact, there was a stampede about 7 minutes before the advertised start time, as soon as the first location was leaked, and most of the people had been satiated and were packing it in 7 minutes after that. The diehards searched for another twenty minutes and then the only thing to be found were people.
In the old school way of reckoning the event was a success, to judge by the numbers, but to me it felt more like a beginning. To me, the measure of success is what people get out of it, which is really hard to measure. Did they make new friends? Did they meet new people? Did they feel like pitching in next time around? A few did. Some folks with suggestions and skills are coming out to help with the next one and ideally, we’ll start planning for next Easter round about now.
I couldn’t help but think how we are all searching for more than just chocolate in this very busy world, but there is nothing like chocolate to catalyze that search. Maybe next year we’ll have a couple of things out there in plain sight, like a lemonade stand, to help us help each other to find what we’re looking for.