I returned a lost wallet full of cash at the auto shop where I worked—by the next day, a sheriff was standing at my door with a surprise I never expected.

Not enough time. One customer yelling because his truck still wasn’t done — even though I’d already told him twice that replacement parts don’t just show up overnight.

By the end of the day I was worn out. I grabbed a broom and started sweeping under the lifts, hoping the mindless task might clear my head.

That’s when my shoe hit something.

A wallet.continue reading …