I was late for work and was on my way to catch the bus by my house on Rupertsland Avenue.
In my hurry, I dropped my wallet, but I had no idea I had done so until late in the evening when I went to go pay for my dinner with friends.
I reached into my purse and there was no wallet to be found. I was devastated.
This is the first time this has occurred in my life and I had a horrible sense of dread my ID, credit cards, even a flash drive with my wedding photos was in my wallet and now it was all gone.
I decided to end my fun night out early and head home. I got home, sat on my couch and sobbed. Well, sobbed is an understatement.
A few moments later, I checked the mail as I had been out all day. I reached into my mailbox and pulled out my wallet!
Everything was there, ID, credit cards, even my flash drive. I sobbed again, hugging my wallet and dancing around my house.
I hope whoever left my wallet in my mailbox reads this. If they do, please know this:
Thank you ever so much. Words cannot express how much I appreciate this.
— Kendra Flett