Notes in the key of C

About thirty years ago, (I was living in California, south of San Francisco, back then) I was on my way home from who-knows-where and stopped at an intersection not far from home, waiting impatiently for the light to change. To my left, I saw an station wagon turn right and as it passed me, a large purse fell from somewhere in the back and landed on the road, spilling some of it’s contents. I stepped out, scooped up the purse, put it and the stuff that had spilled into my car as I watched the station wagon disappear in the distance. Unsure of what to do next, I headed home. Back at my apartment, I opened the purse removed her wallet and as I pulled out her driver’s license, I noticed that there seemed to be a large amount of cash in it. I searched until I found something that had her phone number on it, which just happened to be on a copy of her phone bill. The first words that came across that line in a tearful voice was “Did you find my purse?” She had obviously been crying and I could hear the tone change when I assured her that everything was there and I would bring it back to her. She was standing outside when I drove up, still sobbing softly but smiling, too. She told me that all the money for her kids’ Christmas presents was in that purse and I turned down her offers of a reward, while she showered me with “thank you’s” and “God bless you’s”. Thank goodness for the opportunity to be in the right place at the right time.

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