Yeah, I know—it’s beat to hell.

But this Reggie Jackson rookie card has been with me since 1969, when I pulled it from a wax pack as a wide-eyed kid. It’s bent, faded, and seen better days… kinda like me.

Still, it’s stuck with me through just about every chapter of life—moves, milestones, setbacks, and second chances. It’s not worth much on paper, but in spirit? Priceless.

Funny how certain things—seemingly small, even trivial—become quiet companions on the journey. They remind us who we were, how far we’ve come, and what we still carry. Sometimes, it’s not just the big moments that get us through—it’s the little ones we’ve held onto all along.

What are your thoughts? Does this resonate with you?