Lost Wallet

This incidence happened to me personally and I am glad it did, because it would be hard to believe that such story can really happen.

My girlfriends and I planned to go to New York City for a day of cultural fun. We live in Philadelphia and decided to take a train from Trenton to New York. It made sense to drive to Trenton together in three cars, instead of each one of us driving separately. We arrived in the morning at Trenton Train Station and parked at the garage. We then took the train to NY and went with our daily plan of visiting museums and spending time together.  All of the tickets were pre-bought and I never once needed to get my wallet. On the way back home, after exiting the train I realized that my wallet was missing. I was pretty certain that I dropped it on the train. As I was running back to the train, I was going over all the things that I just lost; credit cards, driver’s license, car insurance, ids, money… The wallet was not under my seat. I was devastated. My friends tried to calm me down but I just wanted to be alone. I dragged behind them , overwhelmed  by the enormous amount of work of restoring lost documents.  As I followed behind, I did not realize that we were walking around the garage in circles, looking for our car.

Suddenly, while going up the steps for the third time I heard someone call my name. I looked up from my misery and saw an older couple. The lady was holding up my driver’s license, looking intensely at the picture while comparing my face to the one on the picture. I was speechless. She held my wallet in the other hand and asked if I was indeed the rightful owner of the lost article. I was so shocked that I could barely speak.  Apparently, I lost my wallet in the morning when I was getting out of the car. It fell under the couple’s car and they arrived on the train that came a few minutes after our train. When they pulled out of the parking space, they saw a wallet under their car. Being the honest people that they were, they decided to walk around the parking lot looking for the owner. What were the chances of finding me after 12 hour day at the parking garage? The only reason we ‘bumped’ into each other was because we couldn’t find the car. If we remembered the parking space, we would have left 15 minutes before.

All of us were in complete shock. The couple insisted that it was G-d providence that we mat on the garage staircase. It was hard to deny that fact. I offered money but they refused. I promised to make a donation on their behalf and they agreed to a great cause of 'Cancer Research'.

Time went by but the lesson stayed with me. When we feel aggravated by being stuck in traffic, looking for a lost item, waiting for someone, being delayed or redirected by Divine Providence, remember that you are exactly where you are meant to be! This too is for the best. Relax and enjoy the Journey!