Thankful for honesty
Today, I hugged a stranger. I had never met Bill Fowler before this day, but he is truly an angel.
I had made a quick run to the 99 cent store on my lunch break, and in my mindless hurry, I had left my purse in the shopping cart. I had loaded my car, pushed the cart up to the curb, and was all the way across town before I noticed it was missing. Twenty minutes had passed before I was able to return the parking lot, only to see that the cart was gone. My heart sank and tears began to fill my eyes as I ran into the store. I had already told myself it was gone, and was dreading the huge process of canceling cards and obtaining a new drivers license. But to my surprise, this stranger, this hero, had made sure I was going to get my purse back. He had notified a cashier that he had found a purse in his cart, and was still shopping in the store. I had never felt so blessed. I hugged him. I thanked him. I even offered to give him a cash reward, but he refused. There are not enough words to express my gratitude to Mr. Fowler. I hope that this reaches him, and I hope he knows that I am eternally thankful for his honesty.