I appreciate angels helping us on so many days. At the end of a trip up north, I goofed up and set my wallet and iPhone on the tonneau cover on the truck box, right behind the cab, “just for a second” as I loaded up the cab of the truck. Right. Just for a second. So we took off for home, and after a few minutes driving, my wife suddenly asked “Is that your phone ringing?” I reached around in the bins and the console and gasped, “Oh my gosh, I don’t have my phone, or my wallet!” And then I remembered putting them behind the cab, so I pulled slowly to the side of the road and went back to see if they were still there. Nope, gone. So I turned around, trailer and all, and we started driving back the way we came – we’d only gone a few miles, but we were on a busy state highway. Driving slowly, looking along the shoulder and in the road, after 3/4 of a mile I saw my wallet and jumped out. It was already emptied of credit cards and cash, and I found myself thinking, “Could someone already have grabbed it and emptied it?” and then I saw a $20 bill, and then a single, and then all my business receipts, then a credit card, then another. Spread over several hundred yards in the ditch. Then Ellen found more cash and credit cards on the other side of the road. We found every piece of paper and plastic spread over 1/4 of a mile on both sides of the road. No phone, though, so we got in and kept driving, ever so slowly, with Ellen calling my phone number with her phone, windows rolled down. I heard my ring tone and saw my phone sitting on the far shoulder. Otter case dinged a little, but otherwise perfect after doing a flying double twist, triple somersault at highway speed.
Thank you, angels. Your help is much appreciated. Every day.