A perfect start to the New Year:
As is our custom, we went up to my grandmother’s house to see our relatives and celebrate the New Year. Since I was out in SF last night, I decided to BART in to Walnut Creek, where my sister would pick me up and we would drive the rest of the way. Before I got on the train, I put my phone in my jacket pocket for easier access. When I got off the train in Walnut Creek, I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone so that I could call my sister and find out where to meet her. Except my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I frantically searched my pockets and my purse and realized, right as the train was speeding off, that my phone had probably slipped out of my pocket on to the seat.
Trying not to hate myself too much, I went downstairs and talked to the station agent, who told me that the best thing to do would be to wait until the train had reached its final destination, when someone would come in and pick up trash and forgotten items on the train. Hopefully a BART employee would pick up my phone and turn it into the lost and found. Then I could go all the way to Pittsburg to pick it up. If an employee didn’t pick it up, it was lost forever. I figured there was a good chance that the former would happen since the train wasn’t that crowded, so I went off to find my sister and ask if she didn’t mind waiting.
While Kat went to park, I went back to the station agent to ask her if she thought it would be a good idea for me to drive to Pittsburg then. She said I should wait in Walnut Creek and find out for certain if they had the phone first before making that trek. On my way back to the car, Juan met me and told me that Kat had gotten a text from some guy saying that he had picked up my phone and would mail it to me. By the time we reached the car, Kat was on the phone with the guy, who had apparently seen that Kat had sent me a text saying she was there to pick me up and so he texted her from my phone. Kat took a chance and called my phone and he answered. He said that he had gotten off the train just a couple of stops away and would come back to Walnut Creek to deliver my phone.
Five minutes later, Pete, my knight in a blue cotton long sleeved shirt, pulled up and returned my phone. I thanked him and told him he was awesome, but really words just weren’t enough. He could have ignored my phone and left it for the BART employees to find. Or he could have picked it up and turned it into the lost and found at the station he got off at. Or he could have made me drive to him. Or he could have mailed it to me. But instead, he went out of his way to do a truly incredible thing. It proved to me that my faith in humanity is not ill-founded. That things are not as bleak as they might seem.
So thank you, Pete. You rock.