Letter To The Editor

Reader Says Thank You

I have been down here in Mountain Home visiting for about a week now. On Wednesday, August 25, I took my two granddaughters to go get an ice cream at TCBY. We got our ice cream and sat outside.

I never sit on my wallet, so I always either put it on a table, or right between my legs while I sit. When we were finished, I put both my granddaughters in their car seats and I drove back to their home here in Mountain Home.

The next morning, as we were getting ready to take them to school, I couldn’t find my wallet.

So I backtracked and I knew right where I left it. So I dropped off the girls and I went to the place where I left it, asked the young lady if anyone had found a wallet, and she said “This one?”

I could not believe it!! It had $200 in it, and nothing was touched! They didn’t leave their name or anything!!

My wallet was left outside at a table. Anyone could have opened it up, seen the cash, and just threw my wallet on the ground. How I wish I could find the honest person who found, and returned my wallet so I could at least thank them. Mountain Home still has some very nice and honest people. Thank you.

P.S.

Earlier that morning, I was in the Walmart parking lot, killing some time, paying a few bills on my phone. As I sat in my car, I noticed a young lady broke down. Her hood was up and she had a bottle of antifreeze. I kept my eyes on her for awhile, thinking her dad or someone would help her. After about 20 minutes, I walked over to her. She was just sitting in her car, looking a little confused. I asked her if she needed any help. She told me her car got hot, her check engine light came on. She was about to take off her radiator cap. I advise her not to do that, so I went to my car, got a rag, slowly unscrewed her radiator cap as she stayed away.

Radiator and Coolant reservoir were dry, filled her up with coolant, she was on her way.

Come to find out, she was a college student on her way to Provo, Utah. I hope that she made it okay and on time.

God works in mysterious ways. I guess one good deed turns into another.

Frank Stroup