The Message on the Receipt That Restored My Faith in People

When I opened the back door, my confusion gave way to disbelief — there, half hidden beneath a grocery bag, was my wallet.

The same wallet I’d spent all morning tearing the house apart to find.

I must have left it on the back seat earlier that day and forgotten all about it. Somehow, in the chaos of loading groceries, the woman must have noticed it and tried to warn me.

Maybe she’d seen me walk away too quickly, unable to catch up in time. Maybe she didn’t want to alarm me in the parking lot. Whatever her reason, she’d found a quiet, thoughtful way to make sure I didn’t lose something important.

A Small Act, a Big Reminder

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