Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Honesty is still the best policy.



The other day, I got good and reacquainted with my iPod. I don't use it as much as some do and all of the music on it existed on a laptop I don't even own anymore. So, listening to it was like bumping into old friends again. I hadn't thought about them in a good, long while and it was a happy reunion of sorts, song after song, for hours.

Still, when I lost it on the bus the other day, on the way from the airport to the parking lot (my pockets don't like to hold onto anything, it seems), I wasn't real pleased with myself. Losing somewhere in the neighborhood of 8,200 friends isn't something that happens every day. If I'd have thought of it then and could manage doing so very easily, I would have kicked myself. Hard.

As it turns out, I didn't have to go without my music for very long. An old man found my iPod right where I'd left it, picked it up and shared it with his son-in-law when he got home. He didn't even know what it was, but he knew someone would probably want it back. My name was found in the "About" section of the thing, I was found on Google, then Facebook and, well, we ended up being reunited. My iPod arrived in the mail this morning, no questions asked. Sometimes it pays to be all over the Interwebs, I guess.

You know, I would have learned to live without my songs—I've got a lot more where those came from. The integrity and honesty of the guy who returned it to me, though? That I won't easily forget. It restores my faith in humanity some. I just had the feeling that, well, if I'd have lost a quarter on my way out of the bus, this man would have found a way to return it to me. I like that. I like being reminded that these sorts of people exist in the world.

And, on a related note, I'm not putting anything of worth in my pockets ever again. They'll turn on you when you least expect it.

1 comment:

Ms. White said...

this makes me smile. i like knowing that people actually care.