"In November, I was on a train travelling into London. When I got off the train and headed for the ticket barrier, I realised I didn't have my wallet. I knew that I had had it when I boarded. I made an undignified scrabble and search through my coat, jacket and trouser pockets that deserved the comic skills of a Charlie Chaplin or Jacques Tati. There was, though, no mistake. I had somehow managed to leave my wallet on the train."
"A couple of hours later, I looked at my phone. Among my emails was one from a woman called Natalya. She had found my wallet on the train, she explained, and had already dropped it off with the security people at the Guardian's office. Everything was intact, including the cards and some cash. She had seen the Guardian connection because of my National Union of Journalists card, and had taken the not inconsiderable trouble to go to the office and hand the wallet in."
A traveller lost a wallet on a London-bound train and realized only upon reaching the ticket barrier. He searched pockets and accepted that the wallet was left on the train. A station attendant recorded details but warned that rush hour reduced recovery chances. The traveller cancelled bank cards and felt embarrassed. Hours later an email from Natalya reported she had found the wallet and handed it in to the Guardian's security with cash and cards intact. The finder acted after seeing a NUJ card and travelling to return it. The episode prompted reflection on acts of kindness and optimism.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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