Without thinking about it I picked up a credit card I saw on the floor and called out the name on it.
“Donald,” I said standing near the check-out line at the library. A short, thin fellow turned to see who was calling his name.
I offered the card. He reached for it with a smile. I was reminded of someone turning in my wallet the day before. First I left my wallet on a bin next to yogurt-covered pretzels I enjoyed at Fresh Market. I was in another part of the store sampling fresh-squeezed orange juice and lemonade when I realized something was missing. I rushed back to the snacks station and was happy to find my wallet exactly where I had left it. Inside, the cash and credit cards were still there. I thanked God privately.
I realized I probably needed a nap to clear my clouded-crowded mind, but instead, proceeded with other errands on my to-do list. I stopped at Safeway and as I stashed my groceries in the car I made a mental note, “don’t forget your wallet.” Five minutes later, when I stopped at the gas station to vacuum my car, I realized I had left my wallet again!
I prayed, “God do it for me one more time.”
When I returned to the parking lot at Safeway, I was dismayed to find the cart with my wallet gone. I rushed into the store anyway to ask if it had been turned in. Maybe one of the store workers who tends the carts had seen it and turned it in for brownie points.
“Excuse me mam. Did anyone turn in a walle…” I asked, panicked.
“What’s your last name?” the young woman wearing a store apron asked.
She smiled and explained that they had just announced it over the intercom. Within seconds she was handing it to me.
“Did the carts clerk find it?” I asked. No.
A customer had turned it in. Didn’t leave a name. The cash and credit cards were still there, and I doubted that the person honest enough to turn the wallet in would have taken time to steal the numbers off my license to steal my identity. I was glad the old axiom, “finders keepers, losers weepers,” had not ruled the day. Goodness, godliness, prevailed in the individuals who saw my wallet unattended and left it alone or turned it in.
I was happy to get three successive reminders that honesty can prevail. But, if my wallet had been stolen, leaving me desperate and angry when I spotted the credit card the man dropped, would I have passed on that desperation and anger, as well? I hope not.
“How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours,” says Wayne Dyer, an international motivation speaker and author.