This is a true story. As a prelude, I am currently in Washington DC, on a student exchange program at the American University. This event happened on a Tuesday.

We arrived at Rosslyn and found the Metro bus we were to take to Dulles airport. The bus took a long time moving through its stops, and when we finally got to Dulles, I was a little sleepy. Spring break is in March so me and my sister are planning to travel to Chicago then. When we got out of the airport, I checked my pocket so that I could make ready the fare for using the Super Shuttle buses. I couldn’t find my wallet. “I think I lost my wallet,” I told my sister, hoping that I had just misplaced it in another pocket. But after searching everywhere on my person, it was not to be found. I had lost my wallet, and it contained some money and cards, my student ID card, my national ID card, as well as the keys to my dorm.

We concluded that the wallet must have fallen in the bus, because that was the only place I had brought it out of my pocket.

Depressed, we started back to American University in the Super Shutte bus, and the trip back seemed much longer than while coming. I read the Metro bus phone number off the signs as we passed by them. When we got to the university, I called up the number and got in touch with the Lost and Found department. But nothing had turned up so soon. I was advised to check back in the evening when the buses come back to the garage and park for the night.

I spent the rest of the day in classes, and at evening called back. But nothing still.
In the morning, I was very upset. I blamed anything I could think of, and finally myself for my carelessness. Then I asked God (after blaming Him too) that He could move kingdoms and nations, could He not move something as small as a wallet back to me?

Later in the evening, I went for dinner. By this time I had had a new student ID made, and was planning to forget the whole incident and start replacing everything that could be replaced. It would cost some considerable amounts, but I saw no other choice. For some reason I have forgotten, I decided to call the Metro office for one last time. They had found it!!! And not only that, the wallet had everything in it!!!

Now I had to get to the Metro office and get it back. It wasn’t so simple. It was around 7PM at night, and I didn’t really know where their office was, except that I could take the Metro rail to near the office. But my biggest concern was that I had been told I needed to retrieve the wallet before 10PM the same day, because it could not be kept at the Metro office due to the money in it. It would be shipped out to their main office, and would take me about 5 days to get it back from there.

So I decided, after much thinking, that I would go and get it now…