Honesty

Last Saturday I lost my wallet. I put it on top of the roof of my car in order to get things straightened out in the back seat, and forgot to retreive it before pulling away. My purple wallet went for a ride. I did not know it was missing for about five miles, until I arrived at my destination. I then could feel that sick feeling come over me. Instantly, I thought of my drivers license, credit cards, money, car registration; all the items that require alot of telephone calls and filling out of forms, not to mention the infamous motor vechicle agency.

I back tracked my driving, to no avail. I then immediately called the two cc companies and stopped the cards. When I proceeded to call my bank about my debit card, the nice Manager told me there was a license and registration card with my name on it at the bank branch. Someone had brought it to him. I was extremely grateful that at least that part of my wallet was recovered, however, I was still feeling sad about my purple wallet, and its other contents.

Later that afternoon upon returning home, we saw a note from a Policeman in our mailbox, requesting us to call the station in another town. The wallet had been found, and I had to show identification. Tears came to my eyes, purely out of joy. Someone returned my purple wallet. We dashed over there, signed the release form, and guess what? Everything was still in tact. My credit cards, money, library card, health card, etcetera . The wallet was found by a gentleman who saw it on the road about a mile from where we live. It has a few rubs on it, but it now is my lucky charm.

I already placed a call to his home, and thanked his wife. Needless to say, I plan on sending this gentleman a big thank you note. I admit, that I did not expect to see my wallet again or its belongings. However, a very nice person found it and did the "right" thing. I thank you Mr. K. for showing your strong character of honesty.