To The Woman Whose Wallet I Found...

Yes, the wallet that had $300 cash in it. The one that also contained phone numbers and addresses for all of the important people in your life. Government Health Care cards. Social security numbers. Photo IDs. Layaway receipts.

I spent over an hour the day I found it playing detective in order to try and get a hold of you. I went to the extent of reverse checking phone numbers for addresses and names. After a week of spending some time every day, I finally reached your sister in Duluth who stated that you were hard to get in touch with due to not really having a place to live, and that you and your son have been moving around just about every week, but she would try to relay the message in the case that someone in the family hears from you. When I did hear from you, I offered to meet you at a mall because “you are terrible with directions.”

I too know the feeling of losing things such as that. It is the worst feeling knowing that your private information is who-knows-where and someone could be doing who-knows-what with your identity. It is a huge pain in the ass to cancel credit cards, get new ID cards, and piece together what else may be missing.

Had you offered me some cash for my troubles, I wouldn't have taken it; you clearly need it more than me.

To the woman whose wallet I found: A simple thank you will go a long way.