When we traveled to Copenhagen, I had told you about getting pick-pocketed. I had my change purse stolen which held my debit card, credit card, and ID as well as US cash and Euros. Although, it was stressful and a bit of a pain in the you know what, I was able to get all my cards replaced within a few days of arriving back in the US. After the bank and credit card companies had finished their investigations into the matter, all debts were covered and the cases were closed.
Well, fast forward five months later. It was Saturday, and I was headed out to run some errands. I walked down to the mailbox to check the mail. When I reached inside, I pulled out an odd envelope. I was a larger envelope with the clear windows which showed my name and address. There were no real markings on it. It just seemed odd.
I felt through the envelope and noticed there was a card that was the size of a credit card. I thought to myself, "I am not expecting any replacement cards, I wonder what this is"? So, I tore open the envelope. There was a ordinary piece of white copy paper that had my name and address typed on in it, but the rest of the sheet was completely blank. Within the fold of the piece of paper were my driver's license and my credit card. I stood in the driveway and tried to put this puzzle together.
Listen! It had been five months, and, I had just come back from visiting Brandy in Orlando. I knew I used my credit card and license while I was there. Had I left them somewhere and a helpful stranger mailed them back to me? I looked at these two cards harder and realized that the number on the credit card was not my current number. I quickly flipped over the envelope and noticed that it had a Copenhagen, Denmark postal marking for the stamp.
Someone in Copenhagen had found these two pieces of my property and mailed them back to me! How did they come across these items? Why did they take the time and money to send them back to me? These are questions I'll never know the answers to and I'll never be able to thank anyone, because there was no return address. Would thieves do this? I don't know, maybe the person who pickpocketed me has had this guilt eating away at him for the past five months, Edgar Allan Poe style!
I'm still baffled by it all! If, somehow, the person responsible for retrieving my belongings and returning them to me should ever read this.....thank you! Both cards had long since been replaced, but the gesture was there. Once again, my faith in the people of Copenhagen has been a little more restored.