- Thursday, August 20, 2009
- Jim Sanders
You know that feeling in your stomach when you first think you've lost your wallet? Well, Saturday morning, I had that feeling . . . for good reason.
I'd been hiking for 2½ hours. In the tired process of drying my pouring sweat and slinking into my car, I somehow lost what is essentially my wallet: all the important credit cards, driver's license and cash. I didn't realize something was missing until my grocery store stop on the way home. I reached for my life-wrapped-in-a-rubber-band and it was gone.
A hasty and thorough search of my car confirmed my worst fear: the sum and substance of my life was lying somewhere on 12 miles of trail or a parking lot. At that point, I'd have been happy to have only lost the cash, as long as I could get the cards back and avoid the endless hours of replacing my license.
I was assembling the list of credit card companies to call in my head when I phoned my wife to tell her the horrible news. She made sure I had double-checked everything, and generously commiserated.
While we were talking, the house phone rang with news . . . someone found my life!
I raced to meet this kind stranger, calculating the size of his justifiable reward. When I attempted to hand him a well-deserved reward, he refused. I insisted and he refused again. He just smiled and said, "No, I won't take that. Today, I am your angel. Tomorrow, you be someone else's angel."
Boy, he couldn't be more right!
What a great thing to be touched by an angel. What a better thing to be an angel. So today . . . be someone else's angel! I know I'm going to try!