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The kindness of calling

My great-nephew Noah lost his cell phone while on vacation over the summer at the Washington ocean. Yesterday, I got a voicemail from a woman who said: “Hi Becky you don't know me but I am down at the ocean and found this cellphone on the beach and thought you might know who the phone belongs to. I am going to leave it at the Pacific Beach State Park Ranger Station.”

Turns out she called several of Noah's “recent calls” and left similar messages. This was completely kind of a stranger. She didn't leave her own name or number so there's no way to call to thank her, but perhaps others who read this will remember how much it means when strangers go an extra step for people they will never know.

Thank you kind stranger. I hope to pay it forward someday.

(S-R archives photo: Washington beach)


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Writer Catherine Johnston of Olympia, Wash., addresses issues facing aging baby boomers and seniors as well as issues of serious illness, death and dying, grief and loss.

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