LOST

Friday was a BEAUTIFUL day. My new friend Sara and I decided to take our smelly four legged children on a walk to enjoy the very welcome sunshine. About a half a mile or so into our walk I notice that I am missing my cell phone. I ask Sara to hold the boys while I quickly go back and see if I can find it. I thought it must have fallen out of my pocket when I squatted down to pick up Besta's, well...poop. (sorry, gross I know but hey, at least I am a responsible dog owner!) I scoured the entire way back to our building and found nothing. I raced upstairs, told Nathan to call and suspend the phone, then I went back to meet up with Sara.

We get back to the apartment and it was the weirdest thing...I would think about things that were in the phone (pictures, addresses, birthdays, etc) that I would have to get again, or that I would have lost forever and I would worry, but I never got that horrible pit in my stomach...which is weird because I am a WORRY WART. As we were getting ready to head to the cell phone store, Nathan got a call on his cell phone. Someone had FOUND my phone and wanted to get it back to us. He had searched through my address book and called the number for 'HOME' and no one answered, but the message said Holly and Nathan so he scanned through and found Nathan's # and called that. We went downstairs to wait for them and about 20 minutes later this beautiful little family comes walking up to us and hands me over my phone. The guy's son (who looked about 12-ish) had found it. I thought it was awesome that he was teaching his kid to be honest and do the right thing. They could have easilly just kept it and used it for themselves, but they didn't. I was (and still am) grateful for them. I hope somewhere, somebody will show them the same kindness on them that they showed me.