May 29, 2006
Devine Intervention
I was poised for a much needed break headed to my hometown to celebrate my sister, Lisa’s, 50th, and Jenn’s younger-than-that, birthdays. Both surprise parties. Some meetings with local business partners crammed in but I was really looking forward to what normally is a slow 4-day period when those in America celebrate Memorial Day and this Canuck can chill a bit. I was itching to see my mom and eldest daughter and grandboys but I had to visit a business cohort first to drop off a few things. One of those was in my wallet. I shuffled the contents in the car and delivered them into his house before eagerly taking off to see my family. I arrived at my mothers and brought the soup we religiously make for her into the kitchen. It was there I noticed my wallet was missing. I asked Jenn if she had seen it and she last recalled it sitting on the roof of the car back at our last destination. I made my apology for the short visit and hurried back along the route we took scouring the roadside for the black object. Nada.
Needless to say I was flustered. If you’ve ever lost, or had your wallet or purse stolen, you know what lies in wait cancelling credit cards and reapplying for all your personal ID. Not fun stuff. Rather than let my emotions get the best of me I called the police and said a silent prayer that all would end well. I also remembered that I had a card with my home, office and cel numbers tucked safely away just for such a circumstance. All we could do was point the car towards the other end of town to get to my daughters. About a mile from her place I picked up my cel and started dialing. Jenn suggested I leave the line open in case the police called (you know how cel phones and call waiting can be) but I had a hunch there would be an important message waiting in Brantford. Anxiously sifting through the voice mails I came to the last one and . . .
. . . a Windsor landscaper, last name Devine, had left a message that he had found my wallet. About a mile from where it had sat on the car roof (can’t figure this one out) a cab driver spotted it at the same time he did. Not fully trusting him to be a good samaritan, he convinced the cabbie to let him take custody of the scattered contents, which included cash. We arranged to meet at a location where a widely smiling young man seemed as eager to meet me as I was him. I couldn’t begin to explain how relieved I felt to find everything but a few hundred dollars (the wind or the cabbie) tucked inside, albethem in different places. After a huge thanks we were on our way to enjoy our weekend.
Both surprise birthday parties went off without a hitch, or, a leakage. Pretty intricate stuff when you’ve involved both of the celebrants in the surprise for the other. It was the first real blast of summer-like weather and the new pool my daughter had just installed came in real handy for the kids. We drove home last evening, tired but grateful for a fine weekend with family and friends, and . . .
Devine intervention.
So, how was your weekend?
Rick
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