The Lost Black Wallet

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One evening as I stepped out my front door I spotted this lost black wallet that was sitting off to the side of the stairway. MMMMMmmm, I thought, I wonder if there is any money in it. I fetched the wallet quickly and discreetly put it in my vest pocket. My husband and I walked across the street to a secluded area outside of a church. I opened the wallet and lo and behold, there was over three hundred bucks in it. My temptation was rising. I thought at that moment about jumping in my car, keeping the cash and ditching the wallet in a dumpster in some back alley. At the same time a cloud of guilt for even having such thoughts overcame me. It happened that the owner of the wallet was someone who lived in our area. I recognized his mangy homely face on his ID card inside of the wallet. The temptation once again became strong because I did not like this person because he was a low life drunk. I thought about my own situation where me and my husband were short on cash at that time. The extra free money would have came in handy. At a fleeing moment, that new microwave stand became closer to being a reality as I ogled that cash. It could have also kept us in cigarettes and bought us a few extra treats. It didn't really matter. The cash looked good one way or the other.
My husband and I headed across the street toward home. The struggle of good and evil continued to hound me. I thought about the momentary pleasures we could have had with that free cash but somehow instinctively I knew it wouldn't last. I told my husband something would probably go wrong for us down the road for not making the right decision in returning that wallet to the rightful owner regardless of who it was. So, we went to the wallet owner's home and gave it to him. He thanked my husband and offered him a beer but could barely thank me. After all I was the one who spotted the wallet. At that moment I thought to myself that he was a male chauvinistic pig because he could barely give a woman credit. I boiled inside for a moment and thought I should have just kept the wallet in retaliation for the wallet man's rudeness. The ungrateful guy probably just drank it away anyway. My anger at the wallet holder's underlying disrespect soon passed and a feeling of overwhelming relief soothed me. I knew I would not have to worry about some “wallet curse” coming back on my husband and I in the future.



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