I’ve always had bad luck. Worse luck than the ordinary people (even though some might beg to differ). But then everyone has worse luck when it compared to Xin bebe.

A week or two ago, I was going home. It was a decent hour so I had a spring in my step and was looking forward to grabbing a relatively healthy dinner of sushi. My mother didn’t cook, which was great of course. It’s healthy food. I’m not big on it, especially if I’m in a foul mood but it works out if I don’t have to eat to make myself feel better. Anyway, long story short, I lost my cardcase with my house access card key, company medical card and namecards inside. And of course my mother was in a fit and I was highly annoyed with myself and her in the end because she got on my case – of course.

But the next morning, someone called the office – this kind man (sounded like an uncle to me) had picked up my card case. He verified that the item was mine in the most stringent way – asked me what it was exactly, I had to name everything inside. I was impressed and touched by his act of kindness. Some people wouldn’t have been bothered. Lots actually. Or they would just pick it up and keep it or toss it – apparently, I had dropped it at the bus stop so there wasn’t any lost and found he could pass it to. I was so relieved, I almost got down on my knees when I got the call in office.

So thank you kind man! You renewed my faith in mankind. (Partly, not when I drive of course.)