There are times when it’s very hard to write this column. There are other times when the topic is obvious and you can’t help but write about a certain situation.
I was in the former situation this week when something happened that prompted the latter.
For an organized person, I can be amazingly disorganized. I lose things. A lot. It’s usually small things – phone numbers, receipts, directions, wallets.
Wait, the last one there is pretty important, especially when it contains a check book, debit card and every form of identification you can imagine. I’ve thought I lost my purse in the past, only to discover it in some strange place, including underneath a hotel bed. In that case, the hotel security guard had been called to file a report on stolen property. Imagine my embarrassment when I kicked the comforter out of the way and spotted the handle of my purse.
Oops.
So, I didn’t panic this week when I went to my purse and couldn’t find my wallet. I had been to the store and, as is my habit, took only my wallet inside. About an hour after I left the store, I went to my purse and realized my wallet was missing.  I looked in my office and throughout the building. I searched the car. No wallet.
I began to get nervous. I could not remember putting my wallet into my purse. I quickly realized it had probably been left in the front of the buggy at Hartselle’s Wal-Mart.
This is not good.
I called the store but no wallet had been turned in. I hopped in the car and headed to the store, hoping and praying I could find the wallet. On the way, I called Greg and told him the bad news.
“You may need to call the bank because there’s a chance I’ve lost my wallet,” I said.
“What?” he replied. “I can’t hear you. Your phone is breaking up.”
I walked into the store, heading straight to customer service. The kind ladies there looked at me and said “is it a large brown wallet?”
“Yes,” I said, taking a breath for the first time.
They asked my name and went into a back room. Minutes later, a lady came out holding my wallet.
It seems someone had found it in the parking lot and turned it in. Every-thing in the wallet was intact.
This incident proves to me people are still good and honest people exist. It also proves to me that sometimes a dropped cell phone call can be a good thing. So thank you, Good Samaritan. It is much appreciated.