Here’s a story to warm your heart. I have had a bad month. Long story short – eye surgery, complications and lots of pain and discomfort. Then, it was a week of bad news, shootings, police being killed.
I was feeling very low. I dashed across the border to get gas. Inadvertently, I dropped my wallet out of my purse after running into Cost Cutter for a few groceries. My wallet contained about U.S. $200 but the awful thing is, it also contained my passport.
I discovered this as I was getting ready to cross the border. I dashed back to Cost Cutter – no wallet was turned in.
I was near tears, walking back to my car, not sure what to do. Just then, a clerk ran out, accompanied by a young man.
"Are you Carole?" he asked me. He had found my wallet in the shopping cart and had gone into the store to tell them that if I came in to see if it was there, that he was going to drop it off at Canada Customs at the border.
Oh my God! I fell into that man’s arms and hugged him good and hard. We went back to his car and his wife came out with my wallet, everything intact.
I hugged his wife! They had two young children with them. I would have hugged the children too if I didn’t think I might scare them to death.
Not only were they honest, but they were extremely kind to me, helping to calm me down before I drove home. What an example these lovely people were to their children. I was so upset I didn’t even get their names. They restored my faith in people and reminded me about the importance of being kind and honest in your own little corner of the world.
Karma, my friends, Karma!
Carole Martin, Surrey