40 YEARS AND COUNTING
TALES OF GOOD SAMARITANS F or a large part of my career, traveling was a normal part of my work week. Working in corporate America, I would often find myself on the road for half the week, leaving my life in flux between checking in and out of hotels, flying, and living out of a suitcase. This reality helped me establish a reputation among my family as lucky, because despite my experience traveling, it was common for me to lose something, be it my keys, wallet, or even tickets. Almost every time, I would get my personal items back, and I feel very fortunate to have that track record. (Although, I do have one bad mark on my record.)
Evading Traveling Horror Stories and Being Very Lucky
inside the hotel and explained my situation, eventually convincing the clerks to let me check in despite my lack of credit cards or identification. All I could do at that point was cancel my credit cards and hope for the best.
417.881.5309 Nowadays, I don’t spend multiple days of each week away from home and on the road, but I’m sure I’ll never shake the long-running family joke that I’m extra lucky. It could be worse, though; the world could have less good samaritans looking out for their fellow man. –Steve Counts 1 However, one time, I wasn’t so lucky. A while back, Jan, our two girls, some friends, and I took a trip to Hawaii. After we had just landed in Hawaii, I left to go use a payphone. When I returned, our tickets home were missing, and unfortunately we never found them. While being stuck in Hawaii may not be the worse thing that could happen, we did have to get home somehow. It was a pain, but we finally found a way home and bought new tickets. We were refunded for the thousands of dollars we lost on the old tickets, too. In a way, we were still very lucky. The next day, I got a call from my company. Apparently, some good samaritan found my wallet and daytimer around 2 a.m. and had called the company, asking where they should ship it. I remember being surprised that a complete stranger could be so kind and considerate to someone whose wallet they found laying on the side of the road. Eventually, I got my daytimer and wallet back, and nothing was missing. Besides my wallet and daytimer, I have also left my cell phone in the airport parking lot, only to come back and find it on Monday. I left an open briefcase with my laptop and $6,000 worth of airline tickets at a Kansas City hotel lobby, and one time I actually left my keys in the outside lock of the car door, almost like an invitation for a car thief that thankfully never showed. Each time, I’ve gotten every item back unscathed, subsequently breathing a big sigh of relief every time.
I remember one time in particular when I was
“... I’m sure I’ll never shake the long-running family joke that I’m extra lucky.”
amazed at the humanity of people while traveling in Philadelphia. I took a taxi from the airport to the hotel I was staying at, which was located in a relatively rough part of town. As the taxi
pulled up to my hotel, I shuffled around with some of my items, including my wallet and daytimer planner combo, and grabbed my remaining bags. But as the taxi pulled out of the parking lot, I saw my wallet and daytimer go with it, riding atop the roof of the car as it made its way onto the highway. So there I was, stranded at a hotel in a somewhat dangerous part of Philadelphia, with no money, no identification, and no agenda for what do to. I went
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