One beautiful, humid Sunday, my oldest son, my nephew and I rode our bike’s along the Harte Trail through Assiniboine Forest and Assiniboine Park, with a quick stop at Sargent Sundae on Portage Avenue for some ice cream and a cold drink.
The trail was full of families, walkers, bikers and joggers enjoying a perfect afternoon. We rode back to my brother- and sister-in-law’s place for a swim and a family supper.
I soon got a text from a neighbour asking if I knew anyone who lost a wallet. I texted him back, "No," and said I would ask my kids if had they left theirs at his house or dropped theirs out on our street. The next text I received was a picture of my driver’s licence. Sure enough, when I checked my now-unbuttoned back pocket, no wallet.
It turns out Richard, from Richmond, B.C., had found my wallet while jogging through our city and had tried to locate me using the white pages, unsuccessfully. He then proceeded to set his car’s GPS to my house to personally drop off the wallet. I wasn’t yet home, but he saw my neighbour working in the yard and left the wallet with him. This had all happened within 45 minutes of my losing it at Sargent Sundae.
My wallet contained a small amount of cash, credit cards, my bank card, a check to be deposited and a (hopefully winning) lottery ticket.
I called Richard to thank him when I got home. He said all he was looking for was a glass of water and the hope if it had happened to him someone would have done the same. As I write this, I am thankful Richard would go to that effort to return my wallet. I am impressed and grateful.
— Kelly Ham