Wednesday, December 7, 2011

A true story about the honesty of people

Its' a long time since my last post. I hope this one will find someone despite of it.
It's a beautiful reminder about how honest people can be, and how much they can touch one's heart just by doing the right thing.
I was in Paris, France for an extended weekend. The trip that had started out swell took an ugly turn on Monday when somebody stole my handbag. Those bastards! I never saw the person who did it, but he/she sure had had the training since I never did notice anything else than that someone touched my jacket.
Anyway, one hour at the police station followed, as well as closing all my credit cards. In the bag (that used to belong to my grandmother) was my passport, drivers license, telephone, credit cards, keys - everything! Even my good luck charm!
I must admit I was a bit down the rest of the day and the following morning when it was time to leave for the airport.
Yesterday I got home and I filed a complaint at the insurance company.
Today I got to work - and found an e-mail from a kind and honest man, telling me he had found my bag and that probably everything was there but the money (10 euros!!).
He had been all around Paris to do what he could to save the situation: he had talked to the police, been to the embassy to find it closed, been to my hotel to find out I had left (I had an address to the hotel in my bag) and been to the embassy again to leave the bag there. Now they will send it to me within a few days.
Is this a miracle or what?
The honesty and good-will of this man strikes me! We have mailed a few times after that and I do feel he is the warmest of people.
I wish him all the best and lots of love.
He gave me the best gift one can give: belief in humanity.