…if one isn’t absolutely honest, what is the use of existing?
Adela in “A Passage to India” by E.M. Forster
#footloose #dance #the80’s
I wanted to share a crazy little story with you all:
A few days ago, I put a 20$ bill in my back pocket and it fell out at some point during my evening at work and was nowhere to be found when I was getting ready to go home. Upon expressing my frustration to Colin about having lost this 20$ bill he said “don’t worry, it’ll come around, you’ll get it back someday.”
This morning, on my walk downtown, I found a woman’s wallet on Monticello Ave. with all the cash and cards still in it, a driver’s license and many other things of great importance. I could have left it there but I risked letting it get stolen so instead I tried to find the woman on facebook. When that didn’t work, I decided I’d go by the address on her license on my way home (not too far from my house) and drop it off, hoping she’d be home.
Just a little while ago, I went by the address and knocked and she came to the door practically running. She was so happy to see the wallet (and everything that was still intact in it) that she started to cry a little and asked if she could give me 20$ in thanks. I said no but she pressed it into my hand anyway and insisted that I had saved her a lot of trouble and she would be happy if I had it. She asked if she could give me a hug and I said “of course!” and went on my way. She had filed a police report and everything!
On my walk home I thought about how nice it was to have returned it to her, of the expression on her face and of her relief. Then I realized I had just gotten my 20$ back and had to laugh.
Things really do come around.