Lost and Found
Lost my wallet last week. Keeping our work priorities aside, I had insisted that my hubby and I go for a quick drive to the city. Why? well, we have busy lives, we are married – to our laptops and job-lists, I wanted to enjoy a few sips of tender coconut with him.
We did. After returning I got around to the dinner grind. I got a call on my cellphone from an unknown number, “Hello, what’s your name?” the caller – a thick voice with a vernacular accent asked. ‘Oh, one of those crank calls’ I thought to myself. I left it to my husband to deal with him.
The caller inquired if I had lost my wallet. My husband gave me that what-did-you-do-now look. It hit me like a bolt as I re-traced my footsteps since I came home. Oh God! where was my wallet, it contained my credit/ATM cards, driver’s license and yes, cash.
We dashed to the place where the caller was waiting for us. This man returned the wallet, contents intact, after verifying that it was going to the right person. Yeah, I had to carry my PAN card as identity proof to retrieve my cute little trendy looking life-support kit. The only worry this man had that it should not go to the wrong person.
The finder was a small-time labour force at a fast-food joint, one of those darshinis. We offered him some cash as a token of our gratitude and appreciation. He refused!
He could have kept the cash and blamed it on the one who found it before him. Seeing the condition of his clothes, it was obvious he could have used the money. He didn’t.
Such clear honesty, sincerity, purity in a man from the streets, with less education and a menial job! Goodness still exists in abundance in this world.
A miracle it was; what was striking was that I did not have to go through any stress. Even before I realized that I had lost my wallet, it had found me. How come in a world full of “bad guys” only an honest one found my wallet.
Grace. My guarding Angel was watching over me all the while. He kept me from any stress and strain. May be this was a message from him to me – that he’s got my back! He has a name, I call him my Eternal Holy Father – Guruji Krishnananda.
He often would say that in a world gone so wrong, essential human goodness exists as it always has and always will, forever. I lost my wallet and found his words as true.
- Posted in: Divine in the mundane