A little while ago my mind was blown.
You see, because last week (I believe it was thursday) I stupidly left my wallet inside of a taxi cab after paying for my ride (and tipping nicely if I do say so myself). Leaving one’s wallet inside of a taxi cab in this big bad apple we all call New York City is nothing new. I mean hell, I must have lost 3 wallets, $100’s of dollars, 4 cellphones, and a miniature Doberman inside of various taxicabs in the six years that I’ve been living here.
But THIS time was different…
THIS time I had just received my spankin new NY license.
THIS time the wallet was 2 days old, a small Perry Ellis perk left over in a VIP giftbag after one of the insanely expensive events hosted at my job.
THIS time I was having a bad day, week, month…whatever period of time you wanna say it was, I was pretty pissed off.
So I cursed New York City.
That’s right my friends.
I friggin cursed this friggin piece of s**t city that keeps friggin kicking the friggin s**t out of me every friggin day when all I friggin wanna friggin do is just friggin LIVE my damn life in peace and friggin loneliness without getting the friggin piss stomped out of me every time I friggin turn the friggin corner…
…but I digress.
The point is I was mad at New York, and I couldn’t understand why after six years of ups and downs, after six years of trying and trying and trying and trying, after six years of standing up for her…she was letting me down again.
I thought to myself “No one is going to return my Perry Ellis wallet. No one is going to give a damn that it contained my money, cards, contacts, and brand spanking new NY id. No one.”
So I got over it.
I accepted it.
I took it all with a grain of salt.
I chalked it up to experience.
Whatever the hell you call it, I gave up.
And then it happened.
I checked the mail. I opened the letter that someone had ACTUALLY paid $1.06 at the post office to mail to me. I carefully checked the contents inside the wallet. I noticed that EVERY SINGLE THING was there. I smiled. I almost cried. I giggled like a little red headed schoolgirl on her first day at 1st grade in her first new red dress…
The good news is they used the current address on my new NY id to mail it to, the bad news is they put no return address…so I’ll never be able to write them back and thank them. I just have to thank them internally and keep on keepin on.
I love you beautiful stranger.
I love the fact that you went that extra mile when no one else would.
I love that you’re faceless, nameless, gender-less, race-less, but in all those seperate ways more human than most.
Thank you my friend.
And thank YOU New York.
One response to ““Just Like That…Your Wallet’s In The Mail.””
Wonderful, inspiring and very personal story, Fidel. Thanks for sharing!