Grateful for Honesty

I'm getting forgetful lately.  Is it old age?  I hope not.

I forgot my wallet  inside a busy food court.  I went about my planned activities and drove to another place 10 km / 6 miles  away. Two hours later, when I was about to enter the supermarket,  my wallet was nowhere to be seen inside my huge bag. I hastily returned to the parking lot and sat in the car for the next 15 minutes searching around and retracing my steps. To cut the long story short, I drove back to the food court with a faint idea that that might be the last place where I left it.   I asked the man at the fast food counter if he had seen a small black leather wallet.  Luckily, I didn't sit far away and he pointed out that the nice young couple  sitting next to me that afternoon found and handed it over to the security control (all valuables in tact). That was a great relief because all identification cards (resident ID, driver's license, health cards etc) would have been a nightmare to re-apply.


This is the second time it happened to me.  I lost my work mobile phone once inside a cubicle in a public toilet at the mall.  The woman who found it, returned it to me.  Lesson learned: I should be more attentive and careful.  These experiences, however, strengthened my belief in the goodness of people.