Ridin the Rapids

I didn’t recognize the name or return address on an envelope before opening it recently. The note I read was a total surprise.

“About forty years ago I pulled my uninsured vehicle out onto Hilyard St. in Eugne right in front of your oncoming small Honda. Your car had been ready to sell but was significantly damaged. My recollection is that you mentioned a big deductible on your insurance coverage and requested I send money if my fortunes ever improved. I felt bad about the situation.

I have been steadily employed at a good job for over a dozen years now and recently began drawing Social Security as well. I’m sure this check in 2024 dollars is far short of your loss in the 1980’s. but still, I feel sure you can put the money to good use.

I will remember you if there is ever a lottery win or similar windfall in my future!”

Inside the envelope with that note was a check for $1,000. But it contained more money. There was also the reaffirmation of my faith in the common decency of a fellow human.

Soon after came my chance to reciprocate. Walking back to my car in a metro area parking lot I was surprised to find my wallet lying on the pavement. Picking it up, it didn’t take long to realize it - and the credit cards and $150 in cash inside - weren’t mine.

I could easily imagine the sinking feeling its owner felt when realizing he’d lost it. The solution was simple - giving it to the store’s courtesy desk so they could contact him.

But how to respond to my “friend from the 80’s?”

Easy. I mailed him a thank-you card - and a lottery ticket.