This morning I found the contents of someone’s wallet on the street, along the bike lane — credit cards, drivers license, metro card. At first I passed it by, as mere street litter and not my problem, but a few seconds later I stopped and circled back thinking the person who lost it could maybe use some help and that it looked like one of the pieces was the backside of a drivers license. That is, it seemed possible this was only recently lost and I may be able to contact the person. Fortunately, the fellow who lost these had a business card in there with his cell number. As I was calling him, he walked up to me, asking — hoping — I’d found his wallet. No wallet, and he was non-plussed that there was no cash left, but he was ecstatic that all his credit cards, drivers license and everything were there. He was overjoyed and hugged me.
Evidence of a friendly universe: a stranger who will return the contents of your wallet.
Q