When I was about 13 or 14 years of age, I used to wear Contact Lenses.
I used to go to my school on BSA SLR.
My school was around 3 miles (5 Km) from my residence.
One day while coming back from school at a distance of around 2 miles, due to wind speed, the contact lense of one of my eye came out of my eye and fell on the road.
The road was quite dusty.
I stopped, went back to the place where I assumed my contact lens had fallen and started searching for it.
I searched for about 25 minutes, I could not find it.
I went home.
When I reached home I told about the incidence to my mother.
Now look at the grit and detemination of my mother.
My mother heard me. I told the location to my mother where my contact lens had fallen.
It fell near a light / electric pole near some bunglows before a 4 way cross road.
My mother went to that place and returned back in, I think, about 35 minutes.
And she found my contact lens. (Even though it was broken by some vehicle running over it.)
It was a impossible task made possible by my mother.
This is mother the whole mightly.
Lots of love to you mother