My Good Samaritan
I was raised by a mother who always looked at the world through shit-coloured glasses. One of her favourite sayings was, "The world is a rotten place." I have spent too many years of my life trying to stop that little gem and others like it from playing a continuous loop in my mind.
Sometimes the world steps in to help me in my efforts, and last Saturday was one of those times. I had been to my bank in the morning and used the ATM, then gone to the coffee shop in the same little plaza with my daughter for a morning libation. We enjoyed an hour of great conversation and then it was time to go.
That was when I realized I no longer had my keys with me. I knew immediately that I must have left them on the counter in front of the bank machine. A quick return to check the counter, however, showed only a disappointingly empty space there. We checked at every one of the businesses along the row but no-one said there had been any keys turned in.
There was nothing on my key chain to I.D. the keys in any way, so that at least was one less thing to worry about. I crossed my fingers and waited for this morning to arrive so I could go into the bank and enquire if a good samaritan had turned them in.
At the information desk, I said to the woman there, "I was here on Saturday morning using the ATM." I had barely finished those words when she reached over under the counter. I saw the motion and said, "You have my keys here, don't you?" She answered, "I might.", so I told her about the Maple Leafs key chain to prove my claim to it.
She brought them out then and handed them to me, telling me that another client of the bank had picked them up there on Saturday and turned them in this morning. I thanked her happily and headed off with my keys clutched safely in hand.
Yes, Mother, there are all sorts of "rotten" people out there, but there are decent, honest people out there, too, and they're the ones who make this world a much nicer place for everyone around them.
I wish I could meet my good samaritan and say a heartfelt thank-you to them. Whoever you are, you have made my day, my week, my month!
Sometimes the world steps in to help me in my efforts, and last Saturday was one of those times. I had been to my bank in the morning and used the ATM, then gone to the coffee shop in the same little plaza with my daughter for a morning libation. We enjoyed an hour of great conversation and then it was time to go.
That was when I realized I no longer had my keys with me. I knew immediately that I must have left them on the counter in front of the bank machine. A quick return to check the counter, however, showed only a disappointingly empty space there. We checked at every one of the businesses along the row but no-one said there had been any keys turned in.
There was nothing on my key chain to I.D. the keys in any way, so that at least was one less thing to worry about. I crossed my fingers and waited for this morning to arrive so I could go into the bank and enquire if a good samaritan had turned them in.
At the information desk, I said to the woman there, "I was here on Saturday morning using the ATM." I had barely finished those words when she reached over under the counter. I saw the motion and said, "You have my keys here, don't you?" She answered, "I might.", so I told her about the Maple Leafs key chain to prove my claim to it.
She brought them out then and handed them to me, telling me that another client of the bank had picked them up there on Saturday and turned them in this morning. I thanked her happily and headed off with my keys clutched safely in hand.
Yes, Mother, there are all sorts of "rotten" people out there, but there are decent, honest people out there, too, and they're the ones who make this world a much nicer place for everyone around them.
I wish I could meet my good samaritan and say a heartfelt thank-you to them. Whoever you are, you have made my day, my week, my month!
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