I have met many kind, generous, and caring people in the town of Westerly. This week has greatly underscored this sentiment.
On Monday, I stopped at a gas station on Route 3 in Ashaway . I took my wallet and placed it on the back of my vehicle, removed my credit card, and filled up. Upon finishing, I put the card in my pocket and drove away. I did not realize until four hours later that I drove away with the wallet on the back of my car.
Immediately I became filled with the dread that one would have upon losing one’s driver’s license, credit cards, cash, etc. After retracing my whereabouts, I realized what had happened, and thought I would spend the next day canceling credit cards and applying for a new driver’s license. That day brought heavy rain and loss of power several times, and I made very little progress.
On Wednesday, a large white pickup pulled into my driveway as I was walking to my mailbox. A gentleman rolled down his window and said that he had been looking for me. He then handed me my wallet! Not only had he retrieved it from a busy road, but he drove to North Kingstown, to my former address on my license. After more research, he located my Westerly address.
That man was Harold Panciera, III of Westerly. Thank you so much, Harold. You have restored my faith in humanity, and I will pay it forward!