...who rekindled my faith in human nature.
A few days ago I left for town with my list in hand, which included going to the bank to withdraw some cash. It was first on my list so that's where I headed. Having parked the truck (in a lot a block away as there was nothing closer), I trudged through the rain to the bank and got in line for the automatic teller (I prefer the human kind but that line was almost out the door, so I chose the automated version instead). I wanted $200 and I wanted it in 20's but the machine wouldn't cooperate and shoved four 50's at me instead. With all the goings on, I thrust my bits of paper wherever I could (purse, briefcase, pockets) and headed back to my truck. I then carried on with the rest of my list which included several stops, some shopping, and getting home in time to go out again :-) which I did.
Later that afternoon I went to my wallet to take out my four 50's for safe storage and, to my astonishment and horror, I was met with an empty black space…no bills at all; nothing resembling four 50's, nor 3, nor 2, not even 1.... empty.
I'm sure you can understand when I tell you my heart sank to my knees and my dwindling self-esteem hit the floor. How could I be so stupid? I searched everywhere, every pocket in my pants, both side pockets of my vests, my purse, my truck - several times... even with a flashlight; and I went to bed feeling like the stupidest person I knew or would ever meet. Overnight I dreamt of all the possibilities and when I awoke the next morning I acted on the only unsearched place I could think of.... the Bank.
I drove to the Bank, arriving shortly after it opened and there I spoke with a woman and explained my plight. I knew (and I could tell she knew) this was a lost cause. In these times of poverty and folks in need... who could blame any one for picking up and moving on with four crisp new $50 bills... left at the machine with no owner in sight. But, just to humour me I'm sure, she kindly went to the main teller to ask if anyone had turned in the bills. I heard, indeed the whole bank heard, the resounding "YES !" from the teller and, to my astonishment, moments later I was handed a sealed envelope with my lost bills inside. Humbled? YES!; surprised? ABSOLUTELY! ; did this kind and honest person leave their name? NO.
So, to whomever you are, thankyou from the bottom of my heart for the return of my $200. Your act of kindness has rekindled my faith in the human spirit and the basic goodness in most of us. Also know I will be delivering one of those $50's to the Food Bank so that others may also benefit from your generosity.
That's my story... I just had to share. CJ
