Anyone with pre-travel anxiety will understand.
I was traveling late in the day with my 8 month old daughter to attend a family wedding. As I ran those frantic last minute errands, I put my clutch purse on the top of my car, secured the baby’s car seat, and drove off.
Right away, I heard the car horns honking. Still clueless, I let them go around me, not mindful that they might be pointing to the bag on my roof.
I discovered the loss when we got home. Panic. Not only did that bag have all my ID, it had hundreds of dollars in cash, and our airline tickets.
As I set about to cancel credit cards, adjust our travel plans, the call came. An older couple had found my purse, dropping it at the police station.
I never met them, and thanked the police, who went on about “good people still in the world.” Then I counted. They had lifted $100. Maybe they figured it was their reward.
The police of course would not believe it. I knew exactly what I had there. I decided to let it go, grateful for all the personal items that I’d not need to replace.
When I got home, there was a phone message. A pastor and his wife had walked the same trail that morning and had my wallet. I could pick it up that evening, as they were ministering to the ill, and would not be home until then.
The wallet was in tact. I brought them a fruit basket the next day. They were surprised at the gesture.
I was just so grateful…faith was restored.