I have a necklace that I had made for Gabe (from www.belkaidesigns.com, the footprint necklace if you are interested). I have worn it daily since the day that I got it.
Last week, I was at the office and it slipped off of the chain it was on. I noticed it in my cleavage and re-attached it to my necklace, with the vague thought of having Charles take a pair of pliers and tighten the loop up when I got home. Needless to say, when I took Charlie to her apppointment at the ENT (tubes it is! I guess 5 ear infections in only 10 months of life raises a red flag...) I lost it again.
I had tried to call security at the hospital...nope. No one had turned it in. I had resigned myself to having to buy another one because I was sure that it had gotten run over by a car and crushed, when I got a voice mail from a stranger saying, "I think I have something that belongs to you".
I assumed that it was security, and I was STOKED. I called, described the charm, and sure enough...it was it. She asked how she could get it back to me, and I mentioned that I would be back at the hospital again soon. She agreed to leave it with security.
Then she said, "I found that necklace, and you know, I never usually pick stuff up off the ground. Something told me to grab this, though. I am so glad I did...if it had been me I would have wanted it back. I ended up googling the name, found the obit, then your blog...I am so very sorry for your loss."
I was speechless. This woman (she did give me her name, but I don't have her permission to publish it so I am not going to...) went through all of that time and effort to return a trinket that was worthless to everyone else but me? I was moved beyond words. Her simple gesture of trying to return my necklace to me made my freaking year.
This woman unknowingly re-affirmed for me the basic goodness of human beings. I see so much crap, so much awfulness, that one basic act of kindness reminds me of why I do what I do. People ARE good. People do care.