May 05, 2012 22:12
On Wednesday afternoon, as I grabbed my wallet and headed out of the hotel and toward lower Manhattan, I couldn't find my license. It wasn't a huge deal because I had my work I.D., which is issued by the federal government and is usually acceptable as identification elsewhere. And I was sure my license was in the pocket of the bag I'd been using the day before. But when I got home Thursday night, I couldn't find it there either. I had it on Tuesday, dammit, where had it gone?
Today, resigned to having to schlep out to the MVA on my next day off to replace, I looked up what I would need to take with me as identification: birth certificate, passport, two pieces of business mail/contracts verifying my residence. And as I was tapping away on my computer, the mail was delivered. Among the bills, magazines and random flyers was an envelope with a return address I did not recognize. And in the envelope was my license, with a note that it had been found on the platform at the Newark train station. How it fell out of my wallet, I have no idea, since I don't recall taking it out or having my wallet out of my bag while on the platform. But I so appreciate the kindness of a random stranger who picked it up and mailed it to me rather than either tossing it or leaving it there.
relying upon the kindness of strangers