It had been a busy day. I had combined a car repair with a trip to African Lion Safari so that our exchange student from France did not have to sit around at a car dealership.
I stopped to get gas at Costco on our way home as we were headed north the next day on our next adventure. As I put my wallet on top of the car, a little voice said “probably not a good idea.” I realized after a 30-minute drive home that I had lost my wallet.
I went right back to the gas station and scoured everywhere – garbage cans, surrounding bushes. The staff were incredibly kind and helpful. I searched ditches all the way there and back and returned the next morning and did the same.
I finally gave up and went to get a new license and bank card and headed north. My husband called several hours later to tell me my wallet was at our front door completely intact.
I cried. Not because of the cash (which I hardly carry but of course had more than normal that week) or because of credit card/identity theft or all of those crazy cards that we seem to accumulate.
It was for the picture I carry of my 18-year-old nephew who died three years ago from a fentanyl overdose. It was for the Post It note that I carry that says “you are the best mommy in the world”. And it was also for the bookmark signed by my now deceased grandmother that says “Jesus loves you”.
These are my reminders every day of what is most important in life. I have absolutely no idea who returned my wallet on that crazy busy July day, but in my books you are a superhero. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.