Strangers Acting Just Like Angels
Wednesday - August 18, 2010
While shopping at Costco, I took out my wallet to look at some coupons I had inside. After I paid for my purchases, I went to put my Costco card back in my wallet. It was not in my pocket. I checked all over my car, inside and out, as well as the shopping cart. But I found no wallet with credit cards, almost $400 worth of gift cards, $40 cash, Medicare card, driver’s license and much more. I ran back to the cashier, who remembered me, but said there was no sign of my wallet. I walked around to all the places in the store that I had walked through. No wallet. I went back to my car, telephoned my credit card companies and canceled my accounts. I started to drive to my credit union to get some cash, but turned back to go through the store again. I went to the service counter to discover my wallet had been turned in by a man. Everything in the wallet was intact. But the man was nowhere to be found, so I could not reward him nor thank him. My strong faith in humanity was vindicated by the actions of this anonymous man.
My car stalled at the post office and I was about to call AAA Hawaii when a man named Jeremy stopped to help me. He and another man, Jacob, pushed my car to an empty stall. After Jeremy left, Jacob stayed with me and, lo and behold, my car started. He said he would follow me to the mechanic to make sure I was safe. Once there, he spoke to Francis, my mechanic friend, to explain the problem. While all this was happening, Jacob’s wife was patiently sitting in the car. It was a day of blessings from Jeremy, Jacob and Jacob’s wife. May they, my three angels, be blessed seven times over.
I am thankful for these people whose names I did not get: The many people who stopped by and offered help when I had a flat tire in the Target parking lot. Then a Mr. Whitford at a saimin restaurant on King Street offered the seat next to him since he was alone at that table. After a short conversation about where I had retired from, he mentioned some names whom I had known and worked with. What a small world this truly is. He started to leave and paid for my meal. I thanked him and he said, “It’s OK and God bless you.” God bless him and his family for being a good man, husband and father who was very good to a stranger.
Dear Philip, Helen and Jared,
Blessings come in many forms: the honest retrieval of a lost item, unexpected roadside assistance or instant friendship over a bowl of saimin. Your anonymous angels deserve a round of APPLAUSE.
(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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