Once out and in possession of my keys and copious amounts of hand sanitizer, I meditated on what lesson I was to learn from this experience. For me, there were two, though you as the reader might find those more applicable to you. (If so, go with it!)
First, I reminded myself that there are people and things that I hold dear enough to be willing to sift through trash for. That thought filled me with gratitude. It also led me to my next lesson. When you have to sweep through the murky mess of a dumpster, or cloudy lake water, it's reassuring to have others arm in arm with you. Those same people and things that we care enough to fight for but sometimes hold at bay are usually waiting for us to invite them to join the line. Searching together is easier and more productive than searching alone. Spiritually, admitting "defeat" or at least our human nature, invites God to loop a cosmic arm through ours and search with us. Not bad lessons from the depths of a dumpster.