Dear Brothers and Sisters,
Have you ever picked up someone’s lost item?
A few days ago, a taxi driver gave a lost wallet to our family hotel. He said he had found the wallet in the back seat of his taxi after dropping off two foreign guests at the hotel in the middle of the night.
Inside the brown leather wallet contained more than 500.000 VND, along with a Vietnam SIM card, a credit card, and a driver’s licence of a British person named “Georges”.
After checking carefully, I found that there was no guest having that name in the hotel. I reckoned I would report this case to the local police. But first, I would like to see if I could contact Georges or not.
Based on the information on the driving license, I could only search out Georges’ home address in the UK. Honestly, at that time, I thought of God. I prayed silently in my mind: “God, please help me get in touch with Georges.”
Surprisingly, after a while, I somehow could find out a small phone number written on the backside of the sim card. I tried to call this number. At first, no one picked up the phone. Yet, about thirty minutes later, our landline rang. And guess what? The caller was Georges.
Over the phone, Georges admitted he had dropped his billfold when he arrived in Sapa at midnight. He didn’t know where he could look for it as well. I explained everything and told him to stop by the hotel to get the wallet back.
On that day, I was so happy because thanks to God’s support, I was able to return the lost wallet to its owner. I also thanked the taxi driver for being honest and responsible. He has really strengthened my belief that there are still many kind people around us.
Sharing with you all.
Wishing you an honest day.
Cheers,
An An