Chipk
Elite Member
When we think of returning finds we automatically think of items with real value. Rings, bracelets and such.
But that’s not always the case.
Return #27 was a cheap aluminum tag with a name and a telephone number. On a whim I dialed the number. Disconnected. So I posted a picture of it on a local forum. Nothing.
But several weeks later I got a call from a man who claimed it. It had been worn by his 19 year old cat and the cat had recently died and he was building a memorial to his beloved pet and he wanted the tag to be part of it.
Six months ago I found a bronze pendant engraved (poorly) on both sides with a girl’s name. Again I posted pictures on a neighborhood forum and several people remembered the young girl but nobody knew what happened to her. Then somebody found her brother’s information and I sent his a message. A month later I sent a second but no answer.
A week ago I was cleaning the garage and came across it again. I almost recycled it but instead I held onto it. Two days later I got a voicemail. The information on her brother was actually her son! He finally opened his messages and saw what I had sent him and was very excited to get a remembrance of his mother. The next day I delivered it to a very happy fellow.
So remember: It’s not what goes into the wallet that’s important. It’s what goes into the heart.
But that’s not always the case.
Return #27 was a cheap aluminum tag with a name and a telephone number. On a whim I dialed the number. Disconnected. So I posted a picture of it on a local forum. Nothing.
But several weeks later I got a call from a man who claimed it. It had been worn by his 19 year old cat and the cat had recently died and he was building a memorial to his beloved pet and he wanted the tag to be part of it.
Six months ago I found a bronze pendant engraved (poorly) on both sides with a girl’s name. Again I posted pictures on a neighborhood forum and several people remembered the young girl but nobody knew what happened to her. Then somebody found her brother’s information and I sent his a message. A month later I sent a second but no answer.
A week ago I was cleaning the garage and came across it again. I almost recycled it but instead I held onto it. Two days later I got a voicemail. The information on her brother was actually her son! He finally opened his messages and saw what I had sent him and was very excited to get a remembrance of his mother. The next day I delivered it to a very happy fellow.
So remember: It’s not what goes into the wallet that’s important. It’s what goes into the heart.
thanks for sharing that and being a great representative of our hobby !
