So, my husband lost his wallet recently. The day before we were supposed to leave for a weeklong vacation in Las Vegas.
It all worked out because of this lovely man named Bryan. This is my little tribute, hoping that more wonderful things come to him for doing the right thing for people he’s never met.
I also think this story illustrates how positive thinking creates possibilities.
Back Story: My husband realized he’d lost his wallet on Sunday morning. We weren’t sure exactly when, the last time he remembered using it was on Friday. We are leaving for Vegas on Monday at 2pm.
I’m a huge believer in what you think about expands. So, I was more than a little concerned when my husband cancelled our morning plans to go in search of his wallet. I was worried that the manic search (totally warranted) would spiral down and turn a wonderful day into a horrible one. I was also afraid he would decide not to attend a cookout with his co-workers that afternoon OR even worse – go and tell everyone about his misfortune.
I allowed myself to feel concern, but as soon as I saw that there were no odd charges on our bank account I switched my attention to feeling good. I spent the morning feeling gratitude for finding the wallet – intact. I allowed my husband the freedom to do whatever he felt he should.
I was impressed that we went to the cookout. Even more impressed when we realized we’d left the hamburger buns at home and he happily left to go retrieve them from our house, about 15 minutes away. However, I was most proud of him when I realized we got all the way through the cookout and he didn’t tell anyone about his wallet. My husband, who can get a little obsessive, spent the whole day with his co-workers, talking passionately about policy changes, puppies, and the best activities to do while camping.
I figured between his lack of negative attention and my positive attitude, we’d at the very least be able to get him a new ID before we left the next day and freeze our accounts as needed.
I never expected for a stranger to go out of his way to do the right thing.
We got home around 9:30pm and were crawling into bed making plans for Monday morning. Our plan of attack was set – Department of Motor Vehicles first thing, another sweep of the places he’d been, check out the restaurant he’d visited on Friday, and a trip to the bank.
At 9:45pm our doorbell rings. A man, Bryan, stood in the doorway – apologizing for the hour and offering my husband’s wallet – beat up and obviously run over multiple times. The cash was still there and his credit cards were missing. We couldn’t believe it. We tried hard to give Bryan the cash in the wallet, but Bryan refused the cash, stating “It’s all good karma. I just worked 14 hours of overtime, going to bed is my reward.”
Needless to say, I tackle hugged Bryan. We thanked him profusely. What a great guy! Good karma doesn’t cover what he deserves – he saved us time, worry, money, and saved our vacation.
I think part of the reason that it all worked out so well was because instead of expanding on the fear of losing a wallet, we focused on feeling good – meditation for me, socializing for my husband.
To top it all off – the next morning my husband found all of his credit cards about 20 feet apart on the road in front of his work. Each credit card worked just fine – even though they’d been bent and run over.
Gratitude doesn’t even begin to cover how I feel about what happened.
Have you ever experienced something as awesome as this? How did your attitude effect the outcome?