<p>While driving home from Florida, my DS saw that he was running out of gas. It was sometime around 11:00 pm and he was somewhere in Alabama. He reached for his cell phone to call home (don’t know what he thought we could do, considering we were in Houston), only to find that his cell phone was gone, he also looked for his wallet, and realized that it was gone too. Freaking out, he pulled over and got out of the car. His cell phone was lodged between the trunk and the spoiler on the back of the car - Miracle #1.</p>
<p>He figured that he must have left his wallet and phone on the car at the last place he stopped for gas. (I must admit, he tried calling us multiple times and we were not picking up our cell phones - we were at a Xmas party - PARENTAL GUILT inserted here) He turned around and went back about 20 miles, frantically watching his gas tank indicator, and then thought there was no way he was going to get all the way back to the place he had filled up. He turned back around and hoped he could make it to a gas station where he could beg for gas. He decided to drive really slowly and look along the road to see if he could find his wallet. </p>
<p>Well, about 10 miles or so into his slow driving, a car began to tail gate him, I guess just to be a jerk, because he could have gone around my S. So, DS pulled over. He was in a complete state of desperation at this point! He looked into the left lane and saw a small white rectangle. He got out to investigate and MIRACLE #2, it was his student ID! He started searching in the median and found EVERYTHING - driver’s licence, credit cards, wallet!!!</p>
<p>If that isn’t a story of an angel on your shoulder, I don’t know what is!! He must be doing something right these days!!! </p>
<p>Now, if his grades come back all A’s, then we will have Miralce #3! ;)</p>
<p>Merry Christmas to all (or Happy Hanukuh)!!!</p>
<p>Ag54…awesome story! You put a smile on my face and warmth in my heart. Thank you for sharing his good fortune.</p>
<p>Reminded me of an incident with my sister. She was having a bad day so we went for a long walk in a very busy local park. Walking with no destination in mind we wandered everyhere with no real purpose. Hours after she was home she called to say she had lost her wedding rings. We drove back to the park and tried to retrace our steps knowing that the task was impossible but still with hope in our hearts. As we walked down the railroad tracks the late day sun peeked through the clouds and there on the tracks shining in a sudden beam of light sat her wedding rings…unbelievable and true. Happy Holidays.</p>
<p>I really smile at stories like that (and like to hear them). I had - not too long ago - a real miracle/divine intervention story, but I cannot discuss here because the subject is not really a normal conversational topic with strangers.</p>
<p>But the point is that these unbelievable things DO happen!!</p>
<p>sax, that is a heartwarming story too! I love to hear good things, there are too many bad things in this world! :)</p>
<p>edad, no devil, my son accidentally (stupidly) left the phone and wallet on his car. BUT, I do think that maybe that tail gater was actually an angel (ala Clarence in It’s a Wonderful Life). I hope he earned his wings!! </p>
<p>Yes, he made it to a gas station, and eventually our home AT 6:30 AM!!! I hate that he drives straight through, but he says he is used to it from pulling all nighters at school.</p>
<p>S had his wallet stolen from his car or dorm room about two weeks ago in Durham. I received a call at my home 800 miles away from a complete stranger one evening who found S’s wallet in an alley near his business parking lot. The only thing in the wallet when it was found was S’s driver’s license (from our home state) and a debit / credit card. The caller looked up our name on the internet and tracked me down and called to say he found the wallet! I was surprised. Of course my first reaction was that they found his wallet, but where was S, and was he ok? I got the caller’s name and number and immediately called S’s cell. Thank goodness he answered. He was surprised someone found the wallet and took the time to track him down. </p>
<p>In the meantime the bank had called S to confirm some suspicious “charges” all on one day, and to let him know that his account (which had about $400 prior to that) was now -$1.22 ! Somehow they were able to use the card as a credit with no identification. They probably tossed the wallet and card when they realized that the account had no money left.</p>
<p>I was just thrilled S was Ok. The bank credited his account with the loss, and he got a new debit card. In any case, S was fine, and his angel was the man who took the effort to call me, and return the wallet to him. I guess for every bad person in this world there is at least one good one!</p>
<p>I wondered if the wallet was stolen or S just lost it. In any case the story had a happy ending too. Merry Christmas!</p>
<p>S drove home (14 hours) yesterday for the first time by himself. He has flown in the past but wanted his car (180,000 miles) while he was home. Lots of Red Bull!! And Mom was a wreck until he got home safe and sound…</p>
<p>We once went about 50 miles down the Parkway before H realized he didn’t have his wallet on him when we went through a toll. We stopped, searched the car, and then, in a feeling of panic, he remembered he’d put the wallet down on the radiator while checking the oil. (Yeah, I know.) Opened hood, and wallet was still there!</p>
<p>But your story is much, much more amazing!!!</p>
<p>Yes, Ag this is indeed the season for miracles. Great to know that the blessing business is still going strong. wishing you and your continued blessings of the holiday season</p>
<p>I’ve got two really similar ones to yours. First, when I was 20, my boyfriend and I went to Montreal for the weekend—in January. We arrived in a blizzard, but being full of the exuberance of youth and some rum, we called a cab and went to go play in the snow on Mount Royal. We ran all over that mountain, and slid down lots of hills. When we got back to the hotel, we realized that my boyfriend’s wallet was missing, along with all of the ID and traveller’s checks. It was starting to get dark, so we quickly got another cab, went back to Mt. Royal, found one of the sliding hills, and felt around in the newly fallen snow. Got it! Unbelievably, we’d found it.
The next miracle was even more incredible. My husband was about 22 when his house blew up. There was a gas leak from the street, and he was sleeping when the whole 2-family house went up. The walls blew out, and they were all lucky to escape alive, although the couple downstairs was badly burned. The next day, my husband’s mother cried about all of her lost things, most specifically her wedding ring. My husband went to the smoking empty lot where the house had stood the day before. He stood there and reasoned, “ok, the bureau must have been about there (second story), and must have fallen just about over here after the blast” He rooted around in the ashes and debris, and voila! The wedding ring. They lost just about everything else, though.</p>
<p>That’s a great story–one for generations!! Happy Hannukah! </p>
<p>Years ago I was on a bus trip through Europe, and left my wallet in a little roadside cafe in rural France where we had made a stop for drinks and a bathroom break. I did not discover it until we were miles away, so…no turning back. It only had my DL, some francs and some photos. I still had my passport and travellers checks–and hadn’t brought a credit card (I was too poor at the time to spend beyond what I had!). A month after I got home a large envelope arrived. Imagine my shock to find my wallet, with every last franc and my DL still in it!! It was amazing–and there was no return address to send back the francs for the postage, or even a thank you letter!! Some kind French soul had gone to the trouble and expense to mail it back to me–wow!!</p>
<p>My similar story -
When I was working at a summer sleepover camp, the counselors all decided to go into Manhattan on our day off. We got into the city, did some minor shopping and went to get tickets for a show. Lo and behold, my wallet was gone! A friend sprang for my ticket, and we saw the show, but I was distraught the whole time. Luckily, my train ticket was still in my purse. </p>
<p>When we got back to camp, I had a message from my father. I called home; my brother answered. I asked if Dad was there; he said, “No, but your wallet is.” A gentleman had found it in Times Square! It had my father’s business card in it - he called my dad, got on the subway all the way downtown to the World Trade Center (RIP), and delivered it with every penny in it, to my father’s office. He wouldn’t even accept subway fare, let alone a reward!</p>
<p>There are wonderful people around (even in NY)!</p>
<p>Happy Chanukah, Merry Christmas, and a happy and healthy New Year to all!</p>
<p>Family friends were vacationing in Hawaii last year. When they returned home to CT, the daughter realized that she had lost her class ring. After calling the hotel, etc. to no avail, they gave up hope. </p>
<p>Months later, they received a package in the mail, return address in Hawaii, containing the class ring! A child had found the ring in a shrub or something, saw the inscription on the inside of the ring (the high school’s name and “gymnastics,” since the girl was on the gymnastics team), and located the high school. Through a lot of searching, they connected the ring to my friend, found her address, and sent it to her! </p>
<p>Isn’t that just amazing?! And all with a little bit of kindness and a lot of luck!</p>
<p>Can I tell my story? (raises hand) My finest moment:</p>
<p>I was at a turnpike rest stop (restroom) about to make a right turn into stall number 3, and there on the floor in front of me was a wallet. I picked it up and realized that if I hesitated the owner would be lost in the crowd and very likely miles away before noticing his loss. I quickly looked in the wallet, saw the drivers license and said in a loud voice, “JOHN SMITH!!” (not his real name) Mr Smith, 1/2way out the door, turned around and received his wallet from me. :D</p>
<p>My S’s NYC wallet story. As he was on his way home to our suburban Jersey town on a bus from Port Authority, a woman called, who said sh’ed found his wallet there in the bus terminal. She’d seen our address, called someone she knew in this area, who’d looked up the phone number for her. She then told us that she was taking a later bus to our town, and we could meet her there and return the wallet.</p>
<p>When S walked in the house, he was still clueless as to what he was missing. But a couple hours later, we met her at the bus stop, where she handed him the wallet, all IDs and money still in it, and refused any reward, but she did give him a scolding about being more careful!</p>