This true story follows from The Red Wallet – Part 1

I did get my wallet back eventually! I have it now with me, and its amazing whenever I hold on to it because it reminds me of my fear and hopelessness, and at the same time the amazing truth that “with God, nothing is impossible”!

Getting to the Metro office to get the wallet was not easy as it sounds. Remember that this is my first time in the US, I’m a complete stranger here, and when I set out to get the wallet it was around 8PM at night. Plus I had till 10 to get to the office.

So I set off in the Metro rail. Here, I will give some details that might seem strange if you’ve not used the Metro. I took the red line, and had to switch to the blue line. Then using the blue line, I would get off at Crystal City. From there I had to find the 9A bus, which passed near the Metro office.

I got off at Crystal City, and had not the slightest idea how to locate the bus I was looking for. Obviously, I would have asked the people around me, but it was now around 9, and there were very few people around. I saw a Metro bus just near the station! But it was not the 9A. The man gave me directions that involved finding a particular street number, turning lefts and rights. Following these directions in my confused and anxious state, I couldn’t find my way to the bus.

I was just walking around in circles for about 10 minutes when I decided to ask a man passing by. What a nice person he was, as if God had sent an angel to help me! He walked me to the bus and even payed for my trip! I cannot emphasize how thankful I was for this man’s help and God’s providence in a new and strange place in the middle of the night.

I finally got to the Metro station, with 15 minutes to spare, and found the exact spot via mobile to the station. What a relief it was to again hold my red wallet, with everything intact! Nothing stolen, nothing lost, it was like someone coming back to life. Praise God for his mercies, none are too small.

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…