A few years ago, I was given a wallet. The wallet came to me all the way from Tanzania, I fell in love with it 1-it was the perfect size and came from a place I 2 , to visit someday in the future. I carried it everywhere. But the wallet had a personality(个性): it loved to 3, as I told my parents again and again, only to receive eye rolls 4
I seem to have a habit of:5 things-jackets, water bottles, textbooks, even shoes. And every time I would report another loss, my parents would have a harder time believing it. Even though my wallet was6, I lost it almost weekly. Fortunately, the most 7 place for me to lose it: was in my ow house, so I would 8 find it
One day, 9as I was leaving a football stadium at a school, the wallet once again slipped out of my pocket. I discovered, the 10when I got home that evening. My. parents still11my usual explanations, and frankly I was also a little , 12after all, I wasn't certain that I'd lost it, I only 13that I couldn't find it. I searched the 14 as usual; and I prayed and prayed Nothing
But a week later, my parents 15 a message on their business voicemail. A 16 was calling with news of my wallet. This man 17 my wallet and saw a check in it which my parents had written to me. It 18that their business phone number was on it.
I wrote a long letter to the man expressing my 19 .I don't know if I believe in chance or luck, but I do know I believe in the selfless acts of 20.My hope for the world is renewed whenever I recall this little event.
