My daughter-in-law’s mother finally recovered enough to check off an item on her bucket list. She had been very sick and hospitalized a few months ago. So, it was with great excitement when she, her daughter, Segrid, (my daughter-in-law), and two granddaughters landed in New York City on Friday, June 29, 2012, to fulfill her dream.
They were not disappointed. Broadway shows, shopping, a tour of the 911 memorial, a nice hotel, great restaurants, the incredible M & M store on Broadway, and Central Park.
But, sometime on Tuesday afternoon, the 3rd, Segrid missed her purse. You know how your mind works when you lose something like that. You retrace every place you have been.
They went back to the hotel and looked in every nook and cranny. They went to the front desk wondering if she had set it down in the lobby and maybe some good soul had found it and turned it in. They returned to the last store they had gone to.
She concluded that her purse had been snatched out of her handbag. Her driver’s license, $500 cash, credit cards, debit card, cell phone – all of the stuff that no one can do without. Gone!
Her heart raced. Tears flowed. Panic attacked.
She called my son, and he immediately went to work. Cancel the credit cards. Call the cell phone company. Cancel the debit card. Call the police. We all know the drill.
It was now late afternoon. The plane left in the morning. Everything was closing up for the 4th of July. In vain, he tried to get some sort of picture ID faxed to her hotel so she could board the plane. My son called me again, and I asked him if he wanted me to ride to New York City with him to pick her up. And I prayed. Lord, I prayed. We all did.
Segrid and her family went on the airport. Amazingly, TSA didn’t immediately tell her to hitchhike back to Alabama. The officer asked her to tell him all the addresses where she had ever lived, and all of the cars she had ever owned. If it had been me, I probably would have drawn a blank. But, she’s a school teacher and good at remembering names and stuff like that. She made 100 on that test. She called my son on her mom’s phone with the good news, and he called me. Can you say, “Miracle?”
But, that’s not the end of the story.
On Saturday, July 9th, the UPS man dropped off a package from New York City for Segrid. She breathlessly tore into it. Inside was her wallet purse. Nothing was missing. The Good Samaritan didn’t even take out shipping charges.
Oh, and the Good Samaritan’s occupation? Taxi driver. A New York taxi driver! She had left her purse in the cab, and the rider after her had turned it into the cabbie.
The cabbie’s name? Foezullah Babul.
For every crook, thief, and cheat in the news, there has to be thousands of Foezullah’s reminding me of what Anne Frank wrote in her diary, “Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.”
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Oh, how I love hearing stories like this one! I have several of my own to tell. Won't God's great homecoming banquet be a blast, when we can sit down and hear everyone's tales of miracles that the Lord provided - and be able to meet and thank all those unknown ministering angels who God used to bless us?! Thank you for this delightful day brightener, and reminder of kind hearts that demonstrate the love of God for us afresh.