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Returning Lost Things
Mar. 4th, 2008 09:46 amThis morning, I left my work ID (with my monthly metrocard) on the bus. When N doesn’t drive me in the mornings, I take a bus to the subway. I discovered this happy news when I got to the subway and couldn’t find my metrocard.
You can imagine what kind of a damper that put on my morning.
Especially because today is not a wonderful hair day, and if I have to retake an ID picture, I’d rather it be with better hair.
Needless to say, I was Not Pleased.
And then I came to work. And my phone rang.
The lady on the phone said that her name was Jennifer, and she lived in Riverdale. I was trying to figure out if this was someone I should know when she told me that she had found my ID on the bus, and she works in Times Square, and I can come by and get it any time.
There’s a Jewish mitzvah called Hashavat Aveida, returning lost things. It’s kind of obvious that returning lost property is a nice thing to do. But seriously, you guys, when you lose something and you think it’s gone for good (especially in New York City!) and a stranger finds it and makes the effort to reunite you with it? That’s magical. It's the best feeling in the world. You don't have to beat yourself up for being stupid anymore, and wonder where you lost it and what happened to it and try to replace it. It’s really the nicest thing ever.
You can imagine what kind of a damper that put on my morning.
Especially because today is not a wonderful hair day, and if I have to retake an ID picture, I’d rather it be with better hair.
Needless to say, I was Not Pleased.
And then I came to work. And my phone rang.
The lady on the phone said that her name was Jennifer, and she lived in Riverdale. I was trying to figure out if this was someone I should know when she told me that she had found my ID on the bus, and she works in Times Square, and I can come by and get it any time.
There’s a Jewish mitzvah called Hashavat Aveida, returning lost things. It’s kind of obvious that returning lost property is a nice thing to do. But seriously, you guys, when you lose something and you think it’s gone for good (especially in New York City!) and a stranger finds it and makes the effort to reunite you with it? That’s magical. It's the best feeling in the world. You don't have to beat yourself up for being stupid anymore, and wonder where you lost it and what happened to it and try to replace it. It’s really the nicest thing ever.
