At 7am, I woke with worry and nerves about Little Boo's first day at his new school. (No, we didn't move. I'll tell you all about this decision in that entirely different post later.)
At 8:40am, as I watched him walk in with his new classmates, chatting and giggling, I was almost overcome with tears. Of the joyous kind of course. Seven year-olds rock at acceptance of new kids.
But, at 11am, as I stood at the cash at Costco, and realised I no longer had a wallet? I cannot describe the panic.
And then, just after noon, after searching Costco and talking to 98% of the staff, then coming home to start cancelling cards, when I took the phone call telling me an older gentleman had found and turned in my wallet, with cash and cards intact? The tears came again. And such a feeling of relief.
I had been so low, and so disillusioned. I have no idea if I missed my purse as I went to drop my wallet back in, or if I was holding my wallet after showing my membership card and foolishly laid it down as I looked at the new tummy-tucking capris. My medications make me a little wonky and distracted. Concentration is at a low point, so anything is possible.
When I realised my wallet was gone, I immediately went to re-trace my steps. I was sure I would find it on a pile of those capris, or maybe in the lunch bag display where I had been searching out the perfect bag for Little Boo. But no luck. And all I could think, after checking with all the lost and found options, was, wow. What kind of person would pick up my wallet and take off with it? I can't even get my head around doing that.
I even checked the garbage cans in the parking lot in case someone took the cash and dumped the rest.
I was feeling pretty down on the human race. But I still held out some hope. I think I'm the eternal optimist or something. My first, immediate reaction was to tweet-vent something mean and angry, but I didn't. I thought, "Give it time. Give people a chance." I cannot begin to tell you how happy I am that I was right.
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And I want to send out a big THANK YOU to the anonymous, "older gentleman" who turned in my wallet. Thank you for your goodness. Thank you for your kind gesture. I hope this wish finds you somehow and brings good into your life. I'll be looking for the right chance to pay your good deed forward. Cheers!