Renewed Faith

I spent Tuesday - Saturday traveling for work. Nowhere exciting this time around. Just to Jersey and New York. I had the plessure of driving the work 15 passanger van down by myself on Tuesday. I didnt mind it so much as I got to stop and have lunch with Megan and the kids.

The week was fine, busy with work related stuff. By the time we drove into town on Saturday afternoon and unloaded the van, I was ready to be home. So I took a cab home. (Lugging my suitcase onto and off trains isnt worth it when I can still expense the cab ride.) I got my money out to pay and thought I put my wallet back into my bag. Well. It slipped out. It was about 30 minutes later when I realized I didnt have it. I asked for a receipt and he gave me the generic one to fill out, so I atleast had the cab company and phone number, but not the cab number. I called, and the dispatch sent out a message but didnt sound to hopeful that I would hear back from anyone.

I headed off to a BBQ for a few friends that are getting married in the next few weeks. I had a friend drive as I was currently driver license-less. I have to admit that I was more annoyed with myself about all the stuff I would be needing to replace, then worried. I got to the BBQ and I got a private call. I rarely answer those, but figured it might be the cab driver. But no. It was my dad. My wallet was found by a couple that were in the cab after me. They were staying at the Renaissance down the street from my work. They immediately took it in and did a reverse look up on my address, therefore getting my Texas home as I still have a Texas Driver License. They also looked for a Marriott Rewards for me. I have one but have my work number on it. So they found my brother, Ken, also in Plano. He happened to have two cell numbers ago, but he also emailed me with their info. (Love the Blackberry!) And then the wife also called AMEX and they conference me in. . . . Can you believe that complete strangers took the time and effort to track me down? They wouldnt just leave my wallet with the front desk, as they wanted to make sure that it did get back to me with everything in it.


Thank you to the Leos of Western Mass! I truly appreciate all your time and effort!