The energy I felt as I returned from my hike plummeted. I realized I could not find my driver’s license. It wasn’t in the car, in my purse, at any of my offices, or any place it would reasonably be. It’s okay, I thought to myself. I’ll get it back. I must have lost it on the hike. Someone will find it. I’ll get it back.
Six days later, my mailbox was still empty. So, I decided—the most productive thing I could do was go down to the DMV and get it taken care of. I didn’t feel secure without my ID, and, impatient, I rushed. I wanted to take action. I wanted a solution. Now.
After 4.5 hours at the DMV, I came home and found my original license in the mail, with the above note attached. I was moved. I thought, if only I had hung in there a moment more through the night… Morning was sure to come.
As I reflect on what happened to my trust, my faith in God/human kindness, I am reminded that, sometimes, the best things that happen to us are things we wait for. My gratitude swelled when I read the note, despite my having lost a whole day to “taking care of it myself.”
Like most of us, I tend to want things in my life to move fast—the things I want, I want now. I am, after all, human. But this was a beautiful reminder that trust and patience in the process have dividends, too, sometimes just as big, or at least as meaningful, as my “go-get-‘em” attitude and approach to life.
I wish there had been a return address on the envelope, so I could share with this person how deeply touched I was by his or her kindness—how humbled I was knowing that someone out there, a perfect stranger, was looking out for me. I hope I can return the favor to someone else in need someday.
To the person who returned my license: Thank You! The gesture meant more to me than you can know.
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