When I last left you, I was freaking out because I'd left my keys in the lock of my mailbox. We decided to buy new locks for the front and garage door. I had to wait for him to come back from the hardware store, I was worried about leaving the house empty. Paranoid much? What if the person who had my keys was watching?
When Romeo came back I took off to the post office. I waited in line for about a minute and a half, when I realized I was standing there without my mask!! I gasped, and went out to my car to get it. And bless her heart, on older Hispanic lady waved me forward, she had saved my place ~ even though I didn't ask her to do so. I was glad, because what with all the stress, I wasn't feeling all that great.
The man at the counter called the driver that delivers to my neighborhood, and miracle of miracle ~ when he came to deliver that day, he saw my keys were still there! So, for about 12 hours, my keys were dangling in the box and no one took them. He put them in my box and locked it. He met me there 15 min later and unlocked it so I could get my keys out.
I am not sure how my keys went unnoticed? We've had car break-ins, and theft of outdoor Christmas decorations, and a myriad of other small thefts and vandalism. I feel extremely lucky/blessed/fortunate that the keys have been returned.
The only downside was that Romeo and already installed the front door lock, but he was able to return the one for the garage door. Romeo made light of it, saying the front door lock needed replacing anyway.
So, a potentially bad situation was turned into an event that turned out to boost my faith in people. In their ability to see those keys and decide to walk on by. In one person's decision to put them somewhere safe where I could retrieve them. And the simple but appreciated act of saving my place in line.
This isn't a parable, or a story that has a moral. It's just a simple, common story ~ that shows me that there are plenty of people out there that want to do the right thing or the kind thing.
Let's be like that.