An open letter

** To my SITStas who may be visiting for the "SITSmas day" I am sorry for the bad link - my SITSmas post is here


Dear man that stole my wallet,

I am sure you remember that call that brought you to me… it would have sounded something like, “Ms. Robinson at 600 Fullum heading to 10 Sherbrooke”. You were probably thinking, “great another boring professional to drive to her hotel” but you decided to take the run anyway, didn’t you?

When I got in I hadn’t noticed that you really did not like your job, I mean you made it a real chore to even ask/confirm where I needed to go. While sitting in the back seat looking out the window I hadn’t noticed that you were constantly looking back at me and creeping me out… nope hadn’t noticed. When you stopped at the red light just beside my building I knew that it was time for me to get out… so I kindly paid and tipped you and stepped out of your cab, do you remember that? It was at that moment that I realized that I had left me wallet in your car and rather than stopping when I waved you down you thought that it would be kind to smile and wave back – yeah, that was an original way to say, “Say goodbye to your $400 and all your personal information lady because you are not getting it back!”

I wonder if you care that I called the cab company and it took them one hour of trying to get through to your car because you were on the phone, probably calling all your friends and family to tell them about the great tip you had received that day. And I wonder if you care that I called the police and they told me that you would not be bringing back my wallet? And I wonder if you know that despite all of that I believed in you, believed that perhaps you were a good person and would return the wallet to me? I also wonder if you knew that I intended on giving you the money just to have my personal information and cards back?

I know that you couldn’t have known that this blonde was smarter than I look (clearly) because I reported all my cards stolen. I know that you couldn’t have known this because you used them! Surely nobody could be so bold, so mean and unfair…

The reason that I am writing you this letter today is because I want you to know that I am going to pray for you. I pray that your children do not follow in your footsteps. I pray that you will find peace in your mind knowing that you have stolen from an innocent lady and lied about it. I pray that you find joy in your job so you make people feel comfortable in your presence rather than fearful. I pray that your conscious tells you to mail my wallet back to me because you notice that I have children and would benefit from having their medicare cards returned. I pray that you are able to provide your family a nice Christmas with the “found” money and not spend it foolishly.

Praying for you,

The owner of that red wallet in your hands