A few weeks ago, without realizing it, I lost my wallet in town. A wonderful young man named Ingraham found it and returned it to my house. Everything was intact – my license, credit cards, everything.
I wasn’t home, but he gave it to my sister. She took his number, but not his full name. Of course, I lost the number immediately while moving papers around. I am so grateful and so embarrassed that I was not able to thank him.
If he reads this, or if anyone knows him, I want him to know how grateful I am. He was in uniform but I do not know what branch of the service he was in.
Thank you so much for being so kind, honest, and thoughtful.