A Wallet.
So I was thinking before I wrote this. I was thinking of what I planned on writing, and I realized, it had my grandparents in it again!
For those of you who have never met them:
Okay well, my family traveled to their Florida home right before I turned seven. I took my first plane ride there. At my party (located in AMAZING Florida ha), I received a lot of cool things. Well, I decorated notebook and stuffed animals were cool to me then…haha We all have to go home sometime, so we said our goodbyes and headed for the airport. My mom and I walked into the airport bathroom. I left without realizing I left my notebook and wallet there!
A similar situation happened once at an Indians game. I had this really ugly blue jacket. You know, I wore the ugliest clothing when I was younger. I think a lot of kids did. Well, I was at the game with my dad and it was a few days before my 6th birthday. Well I took my jacket off at the game. My dad hates being in traffic so we left a little early. Halfway out of the stadium I realized I left my jacket in my seat! I looked up and all of the sudden, it fell into my hands! I saw the people we sat next to at the game, I smiled and waved and left. I was reunited with my coat. Back when my dad was spiritually active, he told me to pray for them for God to bless them. My mom recently told me that with B.
Once I found an iPod in the hallway. I had an iPod just like it. I really liked mine. I picked up the iPod and took it to the office. My friend told me a few days later that he lost his iPod. I said,”JT! I found it!” His face was priceless. I couldn’t forget it if I tried. I walked him to the office and he claimed his iPod. Well, maybe a month or so after the reunification, my iPod was stolen. I thought it could show up. I mean, I gave someone theirs, someone should give me mine…
I gave up on it ever being returned. I was never mad it was stolen. It was my fault I brought it to school. My mom told me not to take it to school because someone can steal it. But just because you can, doesn’t mean you should. I don’t know. Whoever has it now, I hope they are happy with it, because I am happy with my mp3 player now.
Okay so to get to the point. I was in Canada this summer. I was scheduled to return on my birthday. (July 17th) I went to the French River which is above the Great Lakes. One of my best friends owns an island on the river. Shelby, some of you know her. Anyway, the island is called Powers Island, and it has been in their family for over 70 years. It was really nice. For better word for it would be beautiful. Every year she travels there with her family. they stay for maybe two weeks, then go home. The fews day I spent there were amazing. It was a lot of intentional bug killing, tubing, bathing in the river, playing cards, eating steaks, and looking at the vast night sky, which only displayed stars. There were no other lights, save our flashlights so we could see water snakes approaching. (SCARY)
The noises of the night finally overcame my fondness of the night sky and I went to bed most nights. On one night, there was a storm which was conveniently in view from the large glass windows facing the water. I liked that.
(by the way I was afraid of the river because of it’s width. And its depth. So I went tubing there for the first time, and Shelby’s sister and I were on the tube, and I fell off. I was right in the middle of the river. I had to float there for a minute time until they came back for me. I don’t think I have ever prayed more in those few moments.)
Before I left for Canada I was feeling pretty down. My friends were busy with sports and marching band. For a few weeks, I slept like 14 hours everyday. I could have changed that but I chose the wrong way and wallowed.
I became homesick for whatever reason. Mr. Stokich came to bring up Eddy (Shelby’s brother) who would have driven with us, but in a baseball tournament prior to the trip. I chose to drive home with him.
And what did I do as soon as we got onto the Peace Bridge? I turned on my phone and sent text messages to my friends, haha.
We stopped at a rest stop which if you have ever been to Canada I am almost positive you have been to this place. I went into the bathroom. I opened the door and I saw a wallet on the tampon box (sorry boys who are reading this if you don’t like hearing about that)
I put it in my pocket and walked out. I glanced around to see if I could maybe see a little girl. Let me tell you a little about. Girls, you all had one when you were eight. ha It was thick, blue with red edges. It has a furry white cat on it playing guitar. There were fake diamonds glued on the edges of the cat.
I saw no one. I got into the car and looked in it. I didn’t take anything, but I found an ID card. The owner was named Amanda. What do you know! She lived in Ohio. I know she was going home from Canada because the coin purse part had only Canadian money.
I told my mom we had to mail it to her. I asked her to remember when I lost my wallet in an airport bathroom. She bought a packet with a bubble wrap lining. ha. It took a long time to actually mail because I always forgot about it. I wrote a simple letter to Amanda saying,”Keep an eye on your stuff!” haha I mailed it maybe three weeks ago.
Late last week I received a letter. It came from Eaton, Ohio. I knew it was Amanda. I would have rather left my address off of the letter. I didn’t. I opened the letter and she wrote me telling me that she is nine now and she was in Canada for vacation. Her mom wrote on the bottom saying how great it was for me to mail it. She said she bought her another wallet because she didn’t think she would ever get it back. After many thanks, her mom said that I was one of a kind. And she also wrote “pay it forward.”
Which I believe the laptop I am on now is something in occurrence of this event. How cool.
What was my favorite part of this was how everything worked perfectly. you know?
