Every day, everywhere I go, my cell phone sits in a case, hanging on my hip. Until one morning last week…
Unaware that it had fallen off, I left it lying in the parking lot of the grocery store. It wasn’t until I was miles down the road that I realized I’d lost it. Brilliant! Just brilliant! My smart phone was gone. Not only was it expensive, the stupid thing held my life; photos, schedules, numbers, things that would be hard to live without for every long.
Like a maniac, I drove back to the store. At the time, I wasn’t sure where I’d lost it. I was just retracing my steps. The whole time, I feared the worst. I’d never see that phone again. And I really couldn’t afford to replace it.
I searched the parking lot. I searched the store aisles. It was gone. I was so sick my stomach hurt. As a last ditch effort, I went to the customer service desk to see if it had been turned in. Shockingly, it had—case in all. “It had been found in the parking lot,” the employee told me.
I returned to my vehicle, still marveling that my phone had been given back to me. How grateful I am to that unknown Samaritan. They could have easily taken it. After all, I was the one dumb enough to leave it behind. Whoever he or she is, they passed the truest test of character; doing the right thing even when no one else is watching. Thank you.
Nice to hear a happy ending! And these days, cll phones mean so much more with photo storage. Too bad you couldn’t thank that wonderful person personally.