Thank you, mystery hero
I went out for dinner with some friends to the Boston Pizza in Transcona. When it was time to pay for my meal, I realized I didn’t have my wallet. I ran out to the car, but it wasn’t there. I searched the restaurant and the parking lot. No wallet.
Thoughts of someone going on a shopping spree with my hard-earned dough filled my head. I resigned myself to the hassle of cancelling credit and debit cards, getting a new driver’s licence and social security card.
On my way home, I popped over to my old house — we’d just moved the previous week — to check for mail one last time. To my utter shock, my wallet was inside the mailbox.
It was soaking wet — obviously it had fallen out of my jacket into a parking lot puddle. Everything was intact — credit cards, cash and everything else.
Some anonymous person must have driven out of his or her way to help me, a total stranger. The fact someone would do this was more amazing than having my possessions back.
Many thanks, my mystery hero!