I would like to share my experience while I was studying for my post graduate degree in Japan. Here is the story.
After cycling with my friends for more than 11 km, we arrived at the statue of Goddess Kwan Im. After taking photographs and enjoying ice cream, we went to Museum of Rock (Oya History Museum). We arrived at around 11.AM and immediately parked our bicycles, bought tickets and entered the museum. After about an hour in the “artificial stone cave”, we finally reached the exit. Arriving at the front door, all of a sudden a ticket officer called us. He showed a thin black wallet which was in fact my wallet. He showed it to me and asked in Japanese, “Is this your wallet?”
At first, I was surprised because I did not think that I lost the wallet. However, I checked my pants pocket and bags while observing that thin black wallet. Finally, I believed it was mine and the officer handed it to me. He told us that a person found it not far from a parking lot while pointing at the location of the bicycle shed. He explained that everything remained safe. With astonishment I received the wallet and thanked him. My wallet and its contents were safe.
I thanked God as my carelessness did not trouble me. I could imagine the trouble if I lost the wallet. All my important documents were in it, the resident card as proof of residence permits and the basis of all the affairs during in Japan, ATM cards for scholarships, a credit card and library that functioned doubles as a sign-in key into a laboratory during a holiday or night visit as well, and insurance card. Although there was no money at all, but losing the walled would make me loss a lot of time and money to find a replacement for its contents.
It all happened because of my carelessness. Thank God, a good person found it, so I could get wallet back.
Where did the writer drop his wallet?