Have you seen my wallet?

One afternoon, not too long ago, I went to go grab my wallet from my purse so I could buy lunch for my brother and I. I reached into my large purse and felt nothing. I assumed, that I must have left my wallet in my car over night like I had done so many other times. I went out to my car and to my dismay and shock my wallet was not in my car. I'm pretty sure I instantly started sweating and began to tear my house apart to find my wallet. After about an hour of looking everywhere I got the sinking feeling that my wallet was not in my house and I had left it somewhere during my shenanigans of the previous night. So like any normal human being, I resorted back to the days of my childhood when my Dad would say, "Well where do you last remember having it?" I instantly remembered the last place I had paid for anything was at a gas station. So my little brother and I jumped in the car and drove to the gas station all the way in South Salt Lake to see if I had by chance left my wallet there.

I walk in and was on the verge of tears thinking, if they don't have my wallet I am 100% screwed. I asked the cashier if they had seen a black wallet anywhere in their store from last night. He then said, what's your name? I replied, "Stefanie Royall." He then said, yes I have your wallet. Someone found it laying on the ground outside the door. I apologize for going through it, I was just trying to find a phone number or a place to reach you. Then I realized that you live just on the other side of the freeway from me and I was going to drop it off after I got off work." There is only one time, that I recall, being happier than I was in that moment. Nothing had been taken from my wallet, it was all in the same order I had left it. 

I rely daily on the kindness of strangers. I love that there are still people in the world with honest hearts who are willing to help others out.