So I was heading back from the post office after checking my mail and came across a wallet on the ground.
I scooped it up and came back into the office. It had more than $400 cash in it, a learner's permit from New York, a phone card and a high school ID from the Bronx.
Not really a question of whether to turn it on not. The kid's 17 years old and out on the west coast on some sort of school trip. Without his wallet he is effectively fucked. So I called the number on the back of the school ID, spoke to his mom, got his trip leader's cell, his cell and tried them both. But didn't get either of them and I was planning on going by the police station to turn it in.
And the trip leader just called. He will get in touch with the kid and knows where I am so he'll able to retrieve his wallet.
And now, I just spoke with Mark, the kid who lost the wallet, and he's on his way over.
I feel like a boy scout or something.
But there's just no way I could deal with the negative karmic backlash and guilt of knowing that I could have helped a kid out when he needed it.
So there's my good deed for the day, now P and I deserve to have a nice complication free birth! And no, that's not why I returned his wallet and everything in it. I did it because it's the right thing to do. Wouldn't you have done the same?
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