Not Finders keepers

But FINDER FINDER

We just got back from Virginia Mason Hospital to get my wallet back. Unbelievable.

What is even more unbelievable is the person who found my wallet searched my name from my ID and messenger ‘d me. No joke. I was absolutely in shock. Amazed. How extremely outstanding is that?

We were in the park by my house, and I remember pulling out Charley’s balls from my backpack thinking the weight didn’t feel right. I think that is when my wallet came out, because I’d brought one of her bigger, bouncy Kong balls.

We’d stopped at the corner store on our way home, and it was then that I realized my wallet was gone. I figured it was gone for good. Wouldn’t be the first time, but hopefully the last time. I lose my keys and wallet all the time. It’s something that frustrates me but I just keep trying to get better about paying attention.

I ended up going back out about an hour later to retrace our steps in the park, loosely thinking MAYBE it was still there. Nah. It wasn’t.

I got online the next day to see if I could re-order my bus pass and bank card when I happened to see a pop up messenger that said something about a maroon wallet, my name, and park. I read it, and basically it said, “I found a maroon wallet, and your id was in it, and if so where can we meet so I can give this back to you.”

I couldn’t believe it.

She had looked me up from the name on the ID, messengered me, sent me texts asking where I’d like to meet, and what was a good time for me. She held it for 3 days until we were finally ready to hook up. She found my wallet, and then found me. Wow.

We tried to hook up at Armistice Coffee http://armestice/coffee in Eastlake, a few miles away, but we missed each other and just planned to do it the next day. Our meeting spot was now Virginia Mason.

I am so happy there are people like that. I love it when things happen like that, which are so rare but just so cool. I hope I get the opportunity to make somebody’s day like that as well. This was just unreal.

Oh, and something else I wasn’t bargaining for.

ALL OF MY MONEY WAS IN MY WALLET. CASH. I USUALLY DON’T CARRY $60 OF CASH IN MY WALLET. IT WAS TO BE PUT IN MY BANK, I JUST HADN’T GOTTEN THERE YET.

God. I am so grateful for today.

Our Wallet Adventure

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KC

A lot of things can happen in a half century. Life is so weird. From Colorado, moved to CA, lived in Darby, MT, moved to WA. Became homeless for 7 years total. Changed my perspective. Subsidized housing. Recently found out I'm adopted. 50 % Polish, 50 % Belgium, 1st generation. Have my Charley Waffle, and just try to roll with whatever comes our way!