Here's the story. I'll try to make it short and sweet.
The story starts in the Wawa parking lot as I'm about to go and buy a gallon of milk. I parked my car and then reached in my purse to grab a $20 bill. As I quickly open the door with my money, somehow, the money flies out of my hand. I knew I had it, and then, in an instant, it's gone. It's dark outside, so I couldn't see too much. I look down near my feet. No money. I look under my car. No money. I look behind my car. You guess it... no money. I looked back in the car. No money there either.
I notice a car on the opposite side of the parking lot with 2 teenagers inside and a teenage boy outside of the car talking to the passengers. I start to feel a little self conscious, because I can tell they're watching me. I see them staring at me. They probably think I'm on drugs or something because I look completely perplexed as I look under the car, in the car, next to the car. But, $20 is worth looking for, right?
So, just as I'm about to give up, the teenage boy yells: "Hey, did you drop some money? It's behind the rear right tire."
And, there it was.
So, teenage boy... whoever you are... I said "thank you" in the parking lot, but I am thanking you again on this blog (which I'm sure you'll never read.) But, I sincerely appreciate your honesty. It's nice to know that there are still good people who are willing to help a total stranger. One little act of kindness can make a huge difference.