Yesterday I got a message from a total stranger who made my day.
He lives in Ohio, and for a reason unbeknownst to me, rented a car. In the car were ultrasound pictures, presumably from the previous customer. This mother-to-be has a very similar name to mine.
So this guy (instead of handing them into the rental company where the pictures may just get thrown into a pile) started Googling. (Or maybe the company would have had her information and saved this good Samaritan a lot of work. Who knows.) Anyway, he happened upon my professional page and contacted me, asking me if I had just rented a car in Ohio and if they were my ultrasound pictures.
The message just made me smile. I wondered what I would be feeling if those were my ultrasound pictures of my child that I left somewhere. Honestly it sounds like something I would do, and then freak out about. I’d be sobbing on Mr. Dish’s shoulder in a hormonal frenzy as he tries to talk me down. I thought that if I left them somewhere, I would hope that someone would try to get them back to me.
I told him so when I responded, and wished him luck. Later that day, he wrote back apologizing for the identity mix-up and letting me know that he did find the (now relieved) woman who belongs to the pictures.
I will never meet these people. But for a moment, I got a glimpse into the making of what I assume was an honest good deed. Not bad for a Monday.
