There are still good folks out there

Actually, I was conflicted on what the title to this post should be.
One title I had thought was: "I Am Such an Idiot", and I'll explain why I had thought that title would be more fitting.
I had gone into Greenville earlier, for groceries. I went to Wal-Mart, because I like the store, and it has more to offer than the local grocer in Leonard.
I get what I need, go out to the van, turn on the van to get the a/c going, because it's brutally hot out there.
Get the groceries loaded, put the cart in the corral (because I don't want to go on Judge Judy for failure to place the cart in its correct spot), and I go to Arby's for their 5 roast beef sandwiches for $5 deal. As I'm driving to the window, I realize, I don't have my wallet with me. Oh sh--. I left it in the cart at Wal-Mart. Get to the window, and tell them my predicament. Go back to Wal-Mart, and found the cart right where I left it, but, no wallet. OK, maybe I overlooked it in my van. Search the van, no luck.
I go inside to the service desk to ask if anyone had turned in a wallet in the last 20 minutes, and again, no luck. Great. I gave them a description of my wallet, its contents, and a phone number to contact me just in case.
In the meanwhile, since I'm in town, I thought I'd better stop at the bank and let them know what happened. I had to close the original savings and checking accounts, open others, so I can pay bills, and am told I will have to call any companies that make an auto-draft.
I'm on my way back to the kennel, going over in my head what cards and such I have in the wallet. And give myself a headache thinking of all the calls and such I need to make.
I get back to the kennel, and unload the groceries, and there is a message on the answering machine. It was the lady at the service desk at Wal-Mart, letting me know, that a nice gentleman had found my wallet, and by the description of the contents, it looked as though everything was still there. I was elated!!
So, I make another round trip to Greenville to retrieve my wallet.
Thus the title to the blog, there are still nice folks out there.
In the meanwhile, I still have to make several calls to change the account number for auto-drafts.
With my luck, had I waited a while to see if my wallet had turned up, before going to the bank, I would have never found it.
But, better to be safe than sorry.
Yes,Virginia, there are still good folks out there.
I just wish I knew who the gentleman was that was so kind and honest.
In the meanwhile, I will try my best to pay it forward, whatever I can do.