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Two stories, separate, if you like a good one (or two), read on.
Many years ago returning to my car in the car park, a car, leaving the car park went over a bump and right in front on me something fell off the roof. Before I could even pick it up, the car had left and was driving off down the street.
A Wallet. I quickly opened it, nothing inside except what looked like thousands of dollars.
OMG.
I ran back to my car, jumped in and drove like maniac after the green car it had fallen off. Being just in my local suburb I was lucky enough to spot the car off in the distance and I followed in hot pursuit. Catching up, I tooted my horn, no response. Tooted again, still no response. So I followed the car all the way to where the car drove down a driveway. I parked my car out front, got and and called out to the elderly lady now exiting her car.
Of course (didn’t think of it at the time) she was unstandably nervous at having been followed all the way home by some crazy person who had been honking at her.
“excuse me” I called out “but this wallet fell off the roof of your car when you left the car park”. “It just has money in it, no ID or anything so I had to chase after you to give it back”.
She literally burst into tears.
Turns out, and this is before ATMs and the like, she was going on holidays to see her grandchildren and had withdrawn $5,000 from the bank, in cash, to take with her for expenses and presents for the family.
Well I got thanked and blessed and hugged and declined any reward.
It was great being able to return such a huge sum of money to its rightful owner.
Fast forward many years.
We have a baby, about 6 months old, and we are going interstate for a weekend wedding and my mum and dad are minding our daughter for the weekend. We are packing the car, baby and all her food, clothing, stroller, portable cot etc plus our suitcases.
We get to Mum and dads house (20 minute drive) and drop Eloise and her items off. I go to get $50 out for mum from my wallet (just in case she need) and ????? Where is my handbag?
We search the car. Nothing.
I must have left it at home.
It has the plane tickets, cash and my “fancy jewellery” in it so we frantically drive back home. Time is ticking of course. I search the house, no handbag.
I’m in tears, literally, and frantic when my mobile rings. It’s my daughters childcare phoning me. They have had a phone call from a man who says he has found my handbag lying in the gutter. He was on his way to work, he knows my name but there’s no address or anything in the bag so he has found a payment slip in my bag for the childcare centre (I don’t carry my drivers license in my handbag, I keep it with my car keys) and phoned them. They then give me his mobile phone number.
Time is ticking, we are going to miss our flight!
I phone the man, yes, the handbag, I had accidentally left it on the roof (or boot?) of the car and as we drove off it had eventually fallen off and landed in the gutter almost a mile from our house!
We arrange a meeting in the City, man with blue suit and red tie standing on the sidewalk. There he is, there is my bag. I thank him profusely, still crying, and we rush to the airport to just make our flight.
I have more than $10,000 worth of jewellery in that bag and a kind man found it and returned it to me.
So that’s why honesty is the only policy so that good karma can come your way!
Many years ago returning to my car in the car park, a car, leaving the car park went over a bump and right in front on me something fell off the roof. Before I could even pick it up, the car had left and was driving off down the street.
A Wallet. I quickly opened it, nothing inside except what looked like thousands of dollars.
OMG.
I ran back to my car, jumped in and drove like maniac after the green car it had fallen off. Being just in my local suburb I was lucky enough to spot the car off in the distance and I followed in hot pursuit. Catching up, I tooted my horn, no response. Tooted again, still no response. So I followed the car all the way to where the car drove down a driveway. I parked my car out front, got and and called out to the elderly lady now exiting her car.
Of course (didn’t think of it at the time) she was unstandably nervous at having been followed all the way home by some crazy person who had been honking at her.
“excuse me” I called out “but this wallet fell off the roof of your car when you left the car park”. “It just has money in it, no ID or anything so I had to chase after you to give it back”.
She literally burst into tears.
Turns out, and this is before ATMs and the like, she was going on holidays to see her grandchildren and had withdrawn $5,000 from the bank, in cash, to take with her for expenses and presents for the family.
Well I got thanked and blessed and hugged and declined any reward.
It was great being able to return such a huge sum of money to its rightful owner.
Fast forward many years.
We have a baby, about 6 months old, and we are going interstate for a weekend wedding and my mum and dad are minding our daughter for the weekend. We are packing the car, baby and all her food, clothing, stroller, portable cot etc plus our suitcases.
We get to Mum and dads house (20 minute drive) and drop Eloise and her items off. I go to get $50 out for mum from my wallet (just in case she need) and ????? Where is my handbag?
We search the car. Nothing.
I must have left it at home.
It has the plane tickets, cash and my “fancy jewellery” in it so we frantically drive back home. Time is ticking of course. I search the house, no handbag.
I’m in tears, literally, and frantic when my mobile rings. It’s my daughters childcare phoning me. They have had a phone call from a man who says he has found my handbag lying in the gutter. He was on his way to work, he knows my name but there’s no address or anything in the bag so he has found a payment slip in my bag for the childcare centre (I don’t carry my drivers license in my handbag, I keep it with my car keys) and phoned them. They then give me his mobile phone number.
Time is ticking, we are going to miss our flight!
I phone the man, yes, the handbag, I had accidentally left it on the roof (or boot?) of the car and as we drove off it had eventually fallen off and landed in the gutter almost a mile from our house!
We arrange a meeting in the City, man with blue suit and red tie standing on the sidewalk. There he is, there is my bag. I thank him profusely, still crying, and we rush to the airport to just make our flight.
I have more than $10,000 worth of jewellery in that bag and a kind man found it and returned it to me.
So that’s why honesty is the only policy so that good karma can come your way!