She Found Goodness At Store

Sunday October 22 was one of my worst days and best days. I went to church in the morning and after church, I went to Costco on Division. After I was done shopping, I proceeded to put my purse on the bumper of my car and put my yogurt treat in my shopping cart. I placed the groceries in the trunk of my car and trotted off to put my basket away. Picking up my yogurt, I neglected to pick up my purse.

With car keys and my Costco card in the pocket of my sweater, I drove home. My good friend Margaret Hayden was waiting for me at home so we could go to a movie together. I opened my trunk to see if I had put my purse in with the groceries. No, I hadn’t. I looked in the front and back seats. No purse. No house keys. I told my friend what had happened and she said, “Get in. We will go right back out there to see if someone has turned it in.”

I guess you know my feelings all the way out there. I knew I’d have to call all the credit card companies, the bank and get locks changed on my door and do all the things a person has to do when they lose their purse that carries all the things they are not supposed to carry. I was so nervous, I bet my blood recycled 50 times. When we arrived back at the store, I looked at all the garbage cans and I thought: “Which one has my empty purse in it?”

We went inside to the counter and a young man, very helpful, looked under the counters to see if my purse had been turned in. One of the young ladies told him to check the vault. As we followed him to the vault, we encountered a Costco worker holding a black leather purse in his arms. I said, “That’s my purse!”

House keys, billfold, credit card, cash - all intact. I showed him my Costco card and he gave me my purse. The employees told me that someone had found the purse and handed it in.

The holidays are coming up and if the wrong person had found the purse, it would have been so easy to take the contents of the purse and throw the rest of it away.

But I’ve always believed that what goes around comes around and do unto others as you would have done unto you. I know I would always return a purse I found. And thank God that wonderful person who found my purse thinks like that, too. And, whoever you are, I thank you from the heart. God bless you. Words can’t express my gratitude. So, can I bake you an apple pie?

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