As Luck Had It
And it was pure, unadulterated luck.
Upon finding an envelope with twelve hundred-dollar bills would most people set it aside rather than take personal possession of it? Likely so, if it occurred with no clues whatever with respect to its ownership. This finding was somewhat different. The envelope was inadvertently dropped out of Elizabeth Rajanayagam's wallet where it had been placed so she could pay the moving company that was transporting her possessions to Ottawa.
And as luck had it for Ms. Rajanayagam, who had taken a job with the federal public service, and was herself driving to Ottawa, stopped for gas to fill up her vehicle at a place called, of all things, Welcome, near Port Hope. The gas stop was a family-owned-and-operated business with the name of The Village Variety Store and Esso, located on Highway 2.
She was being welcomed, as it were, in a way she could hardly imagine.
The man who served her was the son of the owner of the place, and it was to him, Rob Vaid, that she paid her bill for the gas she had pumped. It had been a busy day for the enterprise, a place that was open seven days a week, 15 hours daily. When the envelope containing $1,200 had dropped out of her wallet, neither she nor 40-year-old Rob Vaid noticed.
At first, that is. He eventually noticed an envelope lying on the counter of the shop. And when he saw what it contained he was stunned, but not that stunned that he hadn't the presence of mind to rewind the store's video recorder. And there he viewed the image of a woman at the cash, paying her bill, taking no notice when an envelope slipped out of her wallet.
Elizabeth Rajanayagam, meanwhile, met the movers at her arrival in Ottawa, and when she turned to extract the envelope, found it absent. She hurried to the bank to withdraw a like amount of cash for the movers, then raced her mind to try to recall what might have happened to the envelope; a costly misadventure.
For his part, Rob Vaid set the envelope aside, picked his children up from school and later when his mother mentioned that a woman had called asking about whether someone had found an envelope, the mystery was solved. In her gratefulness, Ms. Rajanavagam, gifted Mr. Vaid with $100, had a friend pick up her envelope and deposit it to her bank account.
A glow of appreciation for peoples' kindness to one another no doubt made everyone's day a little brighter.
Upon finding an envelope with twelve hundred-dollar bills would most people set it aside rather than take personal possession of it? Likely so, if it occurred with no clues whatever with respect to its ownership. This finding was somewhat different. The envelope was inadvertently dropped out of Elizabeth Rajanayagam's wallet where it had been placed so she could pay the moving company that was transporting her possessions to Ottawa.
And as luck had it for Ms. Rajanayagam, who had taken a job with the federal public service, and was herself driving to Ottawa, stopped for gas to fill up her vehicle at a place called, of all things, Welcome, near Port Hope. The gas stop was a family-owned-and-operated business with the name of The Village Variety Store and Esso, located on Highway 2.
She was being welcomed, as it were, in a way she could hardly imagine.
The man who served her was the son of the owner of the place, and it was to him, Rob Vaid, that she paid her bill for the gas she had pumped. It had been a busy day for the enterprise, a place that was open seven days a week, 15 hours daily. When the envelope containing $1,200 had dropped out of her wallet, neither she nor 40-year-old Rob Vaid noticed.
At first, that is. He eventually noticed an envelope lying on the counter of the shop. And when he saw what it contained he was stunned, but not that stunned that he hadn't the presence of mind to rewind the store's video recorder. And there he viewed the image of a woman at the cash, paying her bill, taking no notice when an envelope slipped out of her wallet.
Elizabeth Rajanayagam, meanwhile, met the movers at her arrival in Ottawa, and when she turned to extract the envelope, found it absent. She hurried to the bank to withdraw a like amount of cash for the movers, then raced her mind to try to recall what might have happened to the envelope; a costly misadventure.
For his part, Rob Vaid set the envelope aside, picked his children up from school and later when his mother mentioned that a woman had called asking about whether someone had found an envelope, the mystery was solved. In her gratefulness, Ms. Rajanavagam, gifted Mr. Vaid with $100, had a friend pick up her envelope and deposit it to her bank account.
A glow of appreciation for peoples' kindness to one another no doubt made everyone's day a little brighter.
Labels: Human Relations, Justice
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