After my husband, Steven, arrived in Sydney on his own from India, he stayed in a hotel for a short time while1a house for me and our children.
During the first week of his2,he went out one day to do some shopping. He came back in the late afternoon to3that his suit, case was gone. He was extremely worried4the suitcase had all his important papers,5his passport.
He reported the6to the police and then sat there,7and lonely in a strange city, thinking of the terrible troubles of8all the paperwork organized again from a9country while trying to 10in a new one.
Late in the evening, the phone rang. It was a stranger. He was trying to 11my husband's name and was asking him a lot of questions. Then he said they had found a pile of papers in their trash can（垃圾桶）that had been left out on the12.
My husband rushed to their home to find a kind family 13all his papers and documents. Their young daughter had gone to the trash can and found a pile of 14papers. Her parents had carefully 15them out, although they had found mainly foreign16on most of the documents. At last they had seen a half-written letter in the pile in which my husband had given his new 17number to a friend.
That family not only returned the important documents to us that day but also 18our faith and 19in people. We still remember their 20and often send a warm wish their way.
