Angels Who Find Lost Wallets
Wednesday - July 15, 2009
There were two incidents that made me confirm that “angels” do exists. I am immensely thankful to your column for doing justice to these unsung heroes who don’t want to be recognized.
I lost my wallet in Chinatown. Scared, lost, appalled and after rummaging around to no avail, my friend finally suggested to go to the police station nearby. Lo and behold, a police officer handed me my wallet, with everything still intact. He said a young man with a baby just brought it to him minutes ago but didn’t give his name. I would like to extend my sincerest gratitude to him for being so kindhearted!
The other incident is long overdue for thanks. A young couple came to our home to hand my husband his wallet (again!). He said he found it on Kalanianaole Highway. We would like to extend our deepest thanks to this young couple as well!
This is really beyond benevolence. I would like to say the old adage, “Lucky we live Hawaii!”
Adoracion G. Gavieres
About half an hour after shopping at Costco I discovered my wallet missing, so I called the store but was told no one had turned it in. Although I didn’t have any credit cards, I did have a good amount of cash and a lot of supermarket discount cards along with my driver’s license. These things may not be important to someone else, but they are to me. I was very upset and angry at myself, but also scared because I wasn’t sure if I had unknowingly put something important in my wallet. About two hours later, I received a phone call from Keith, manager at Costco, saying someone had turned in my wallet. I went down and everything was there. Although they did not leave their name, this wonderful person really made my day. I just couldn’t believe it. I’d like to wish this honest person a great big mahalo and thank you.
Before going to my seminar at Kawaiahao Church, I stopped at Chinatown to buy some fruits and vegetables. I took them home and went off to my seminar. During lunch break I needed to make a quick deposit at my credit union, but my small Chinese pouch with my driver’s license and credit cards was missing.
After two hours of seminar I called my husband. He told me a lady in a van came to return my pink-and-gold Chinese pouch with all my cards in it. She didn’t give her name, just
gave my husband the pouch and left. I really would like to say mahalo, mahalo nui loa and aloha ke akua.
Dear Barbara Jean, Amy and Adoracion,
As we read about rising crime in our neighborhoods, how reassuring and encouraging it is to encounter people who “do the right thing” without hesitation. A round of much deserved APPLAUSE goes out to your anonymous angels.
(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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