Of all things today, i lose my wallet! yeah, i should have just not moved from my couch this morning since i had a head breaking headache (hhhhmmmm i get these headaches way too often these days….) but appointments and duties had to be kept.
And amidst hurrying from one place to the next, i realised, only way too late, that i didn’t have my precious wallet with me! Frantically searching and making the necessary calls to all the places i’d been this morning, with hopes that someone may have seen it and kept it. Alas, all was in vain.
Like i was telling someone the other day, i could lose my handphone and not bother for a long while to get a new one. But a wallet, now that’s something really personal and it’s something where i stash loads of stuff, my stuff! hhhhhmmmm…
Resigned to the fact that i’d never see my red Dior wallet again, i called a few friends, cos i needed the telephone numbers of banks to inform them to block my card etc. Thank goodness i was on my way to they gym when i actually realised that my wallet was missing and had to borrow some cash from my trainer cos i didnt have cash to pay for parking!!! Thank goodness my car has enough petrol for the next few days.
And this is what i learnt today: When i made all those calls to enquire on those telephone numbers/sms-es to tell someone about the ordeal, not one person asked if i was ok nor did they ask whether i needed cash when i told them the reason i was asking for those numbers!!! One actually told me to only leave the office to do the necessary documentation after the meetings the following week. Only after i’d done the calls and made the police report, did all this hit me. Oh well, maybe losing wallets and purses are a normal occurence to many and as such, no one bothers or makes anything out of it.
Perhaps. Maybe.
Ok, so maybe i’m just depressed i lost the most important thing to me, on top of a headache that gets worse by the minute. But it makes practical sense. You lose a wallet, all your cash and identification papers are in it. So with no cash and no identification papers or even a driving license, i could be an illegal immigrant, and a very broke one at that! And even to get your police report authorised get all your other documents in order, one needs to pay for that. So like me, with no one around to help, where do you get the cash from?!! i didnt know whether to laugh or to cry when i found out about this!
This made me think about my experience when my bag was snatched a few years ago. A friend of a friend who came to the rescue, made sure he took me the clinic to make sure i was alright, and all wounds were well taken care of. And yes, he also made sure i had some cash with me that night just in case. The very next day, he not only drove me, but also made sure all the necessary documentation was sorted out and sat with me throughout the whole day, cracking jokes and just making sure i didnt break down. This is kindness, from people you least expect to be there when one is in a “predicament”. Thanks a million dude!
Experiences always teach me something. No matter who it is on the other side of the line who calls suddenly asking for weird things out of the blue, always ask if they’re alright. If i do come across someone who’s in the same predicament as i am today, always ask if they’d like some help and if they have enough cash to get through the next few days. A few extra dollars will always go a long way.
