A few weeks ago, the boys and I had just finished up dinner. I suggested a bike-ride to an ice cream shop not too far from our house. HJ jumped on his bike right away, and I led the way with little one in his bike trailer. It was hot out, so ice cream was definitely needed.
HJ requested to lead the way home, meaning little one had no eyes on him as we headed home. I thought nothing of it since we take bike-rides almost daily. We also made a quick stop at a park to play.
Once we got home, the boys were playing while I put away laundry. I heard my phone go off telling me I had a text, but ignored it (my friends will tell you I do this often). Then I heard a facebook message come across the phone.
I finally glanced at the screen and noticed my old neighbor had text me. It said: some random lady just brought your drivers license and debit card to me. said she found it on the street.
What the hell.
I then look at the message request I had on facebook from some stranger: Hey, my nephew was playing at a park and came across your insurance cards, a credit card and a $5 bill.
I open up my wallet and discover EVERYTHING is gone. Little one apparently threw everything out of my wallet along the entire bike-ride home.
I quickly had HJ jump on his bike, and put little one in the trailer (with nothing in it with him) and we backtracked everywhere we had gone. I was able to find a few more things, and figured out the only thing missing was my target credit card. We stopped at the house where the little boy had found my stuff. He was worried someone had robbed me, so was glad to hear it was just thrown out of my wallet. And yes, he got to keep the $5 as a reward.
The next morning, we ran to our old neighbors to grab my license and debit card. My old neighbor said the lady tried to bring it to the address on my id, but it looked like no one lived there. She asked my neighbor if he could get in touch with me.
I was amazed at these strangers for going above and beyond to return my items. Somehow I had only lost 1 thing! Or so I thought…2 days later, my mom got a call that a friend of a friend was out jogging and he came across my target card.
Lesson learned: no items go in the back of the bike with little one.