Yesterday, my boyfriend lost his wallet en route to the airport. We figured that in NYC that meant it was lost forever--but within an hour, I was meeting a conductor at the train station to get it back. He'd gone through a lot of trouble to get it safely and securely back to us. He was tall and lanky and blonde, had a big adam's apple, and a pronounced nose with a little flip at the end. When he handed it back to me, he talked for awhile about how glad he was to have gotten it back and how he'd done everything he could think of to track us down.
Much to my surprise I suddenly wanted to cry! I realized he had a striking similarity to one of my best friends from high school who passed away a few months ago.
So, here's to John, and all the people in the world like him, who restore your faith in humanity from time to time. You are missed.
** photo via flickr