PunkyP0WER
10-01-2009, 07:46 PM
Today at cvs i lost my wallet. i have one of those slim wallets and walking to my car it fell between the slots in the seat of the carriage. before leaving the parking lot, i realized it was missing and ran back in thinking i left it at the counter but the cashier said she didn't see it. then 2 customers came up to me and said they saw a guy pick it up and helped me look for him in the store. after 5 minutes (its a small cvs) we did not see him.
of course i started to panic and i began to cry (not because of whats in my wallet, as i had no cash and its simple to call the credit card companies. but i was scared at marvin's reaction. marvin's very kind to me, but he doesn't have any patience for me being disorganized or not paying attention, plus he's already crabby from being sick)
the people though who saw the man take it said he was a regular and a really nice guy and was sure he would not steal it. and i believed them. (it's funny because i'm usually a skeptical, cynical person but at the same time i'm naive. i always want to believe the good in people. its weird because i'm stuck between those two ways of thinking.) its a constant inner struggle, the realist in me looks at the crime in the paper everyday but the idealist, naive part of me believes that good samaritans still exist.
anyway, my idealist side believed these people. they were a nice, decent, wholseome looking family themselves and the mother and son were the ones helping me look through the store while the father, who knew the guys name, tried to call 411 and look up his number (it was unlisted). about 20 minutes passed with no sign of the man and the manager suggested i call the police to report it and just in case the guy dropped it off there.
so i called and then stepped outside to wait and i saw that family from before, they were in their car and talking to this man standng by the side of it. the mother then shouts "there she is" and points at me. and the man standing there holds my wallet up in the air and said "is this yours? i found it" he was a very nice man, and he had very kindly face and warm smile and a soft, gentle voice. i thanked him profusely and even hugged him twice. he was so very nice and i thanked the family as well for all their help.
what is the kindest thing a stanger ever did for you? please share a story.
of course i started to panic and i began to cry (not because of whats in my wallet, as i had no cash and its simple to call the credit card companies. but i was scared at marvin's reaction. marvin's very kind to me, but he doesn't have any patience for me being disorganized or not paying attention, plus he's already crabby from being sick)
the people though who saw the man take it said he was a regular and a really nice guy and was sure he would not steal it. and i believed them. (it's funny because i'm usually a skeptical, cynical person but at the same time i'm naive. i always want to believe the good in people. its weird because i'm stuck between those two ways of thinking.) its a constant inner struggle, the realist in me looks at the crime in the paper everyday but the idealist, naive part of me believes that good samaritans still exist.
anyway, my idealist side believed these people. they were a nice, decent, wholseome looking family themselves and the mother and son were the ones helping me look through the store while the father, who knew the guys name, tried to call 411 and look up his number (it was unlisted). about 20 minutes passed with no sign of the man and the manager suggested i call the police to report it and just in case the guy dropped it off there.
so i called and then stepped outside to wait and i saw that family from before, they were in their car and talking to this man standng by the side of it. the mother then shouts "there she is" and points at me. and the man standing there holds my wallet up in the air and said "is this yours? i found it" he was a very nice man, and he had very kindly face and warm smile and a soft, gentle voice. i thanked him profusely and even hugged him twice. he was so very nice and i thanked the family as well for all their help.
what is the kindest thing a stanger ever did for you? please share a story.