I spent this morning in a panic upon discovering that I was no longer in possession of my wallet.
I guess somehow during the course of my magical little spring stroll and all of my daydreaming I managed to lose my wallet. The pretty pink one I was so excited about here. Not good.
This morning I wasn't sure what had happened, so I spent an hour tearing my place apart and then putting it back together. I retraced my steps and decided it was gone forever, and then set about trying to put my financial life back in order. Can I say...what a huge pain in the a$$ that is??? A million questions, a million calls to make...and no one is in any rush to send you a replacement card. I had to have a way-too-long conversation with someone about why 5-7 days is too long to wait for an ATM card when you have lost your entire wallet and only have three dollars!!
I then had to go to my bank in person to try to get a temporary ATM card, and that was a fail as well (didn't have the right documentation). And I *might* have had a little meltdown at that point. But here was a small bright spot: I was crying on the corner of Montague Street (a main drag here in Brooklyn Heights), and a nice woman walking by offered me a hug. I declined, but I appreciated the offer! New Yorkers are NICE -- don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
I had been hoping I could get into the office after my bank trip, but since that was a bust I had to head back home. I decided it would be work from home day, and even though I had no real interest in doing any work (I just wanted to cry and feel sorry for myself), I called in to check my voice mail. And there was a message. A wonderful, wonderful message.
"I found your wallet -- can you meet me at the big bull?"
|I chose to photograph this front half of the big guy-- I was in the minority|
And an hour later, there I was on Broadway looking for a man carrying a hot pink wallet (he was easy to find, and surprisingly secure about carrying such a flashy accessory). We met at the Wall Street Bull, a symbol of financial prosperity and the power of the stock market in NYC; ironic since we were talking about a wallet containing $13, lots of store reward cards, and a Metrocard with 3 days left on it. He was incredibly sweet and wouldn't even take my offer of a reward. He was just a genuinely nice person.
Which leads me to my conclusion: people are GOOD. The world is full of generous, kind-hearted people, and I am truly grateful!
I have been particularly scatterbrained this week, managing to lose both my cell phone and my wallet. And miraculously, both have come back to me because complete strangers were very kind. I have made a big withdrawal from the bank of good karma this week, so I will work even harder than usual to make sure I give plenty of positive energy back to the universe.
And I hope both of my kind strangers win the lottery.