A Circle Of Kind And Caring Elks
Wednesday - December 08, 2010
Recently, my best friend Emily moved with her family to Arizona to start a new life. Before leaving, she cleared out her jewelry box and handed me a beautiful pair of gold earrings that I wore 24 hours a day with pride.
Two months after her departure, I suddenly realized that one had escaped my ear-lobe. I was devastated, but wanted to keep the faith and track down the last places I had visited that afternoon.
I called the friendly people at the Elks Club front desk. The gentleman I spoke with was very helpful and took the time to go through the lost-and-found bin. To my amazement, he said there was a gold earring that could be mine.
I came by and was greeted by two lovely ladies who immediately helped me in locating my lost treasure, which was wrapped in a piece of paper. There was no name of the finder, who was so sweet to return my sentimental hoop of gold, but I truly believe this person will have wonderful karma ahead. I am lucky to be a part of the Honolulu Elks family. We are blessed to have such honest and loyal people on the staff.
“I remember that gold hoop,” says Elks Club front desk supervisor Rio Martell. “It was brought to me by one of the housekeeping people who found it in the bathroom. If it’s small items like that, I normally wrap it in a piece of paperwith the date it was found. It’s really an ohana and we try to look out for each other.”
I was in front of the air terminal at Hickam AFB waiting to catch TheBus home. I discovered only earlier that day that my cell phone is capable of providing bus connections that I usually figure out from the route pamphlets or get from TheBus website. When the No. 19 pulled up, the driver shut down his bus to wait for his scheduled departure time. Instead of putting my bike onto the rack at the front of the bus as I had previously intended, I consulted the phone and found the PH5, which was a whole hour better.
I tore off to meet that bus, but upon riding away from the stop in Kaneohe, I discovered that my cell phone was not in my belt holster. I tore apart all my pockets and the backpack. No cell phone. With the hundreds of pieces of information we all put into them, it just leaves you with a sick, empty feeling.
A friend dropped everything and drove over from Kailua to take me back over the Koolaus to the bus stop where I had boarded PH5. No cell phone was lying there. A waiting passenger offered to call my number on his phone, and it was answered by the counter personnel in the air terminal. My friend drove me there, where I retrieved my cell phone. They related that it had been turned in to them about three hours earlier by a bus driver. I have thanked the USO lady and the cashier, my neighbors and mostly my friend of nearly 30 years. But I would like to get some APPLAUSE out to whoever this bus driver is. The world is a better place for all of us because of workers, friends and neighbors such as those I’ve mentioned here. Mahalo to you all.
TheBus says your angel that day was driver George Souza Jr. The facility is happy you were reunited with your phone and that you discovered faster, more efficient routes via your cell phone.
(If you know someone who deserves some Applause, send your letters to Pamela Young, MidWeek Applause, KITV, 801 S. King St., Honolulu, HI, 96813 or e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org. Include your name, phone number and, if possible, the phone number of your “applaudee” so we can contact him or her.)
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