We were meeting friends for dinner before a concert last Thursday. They were late so I decided to call them to see where they were, but I couldn't find my phone, probably left at home.
Alas, when we got home after the concert, it wasn’t there.
I turned on my computer to look for the “find my phone app” and saw an email from a Jack Smith who said he had found my phone near the Harvard Business School (where we had attended the concert) and would I please email him so that he could get it back to me. It was late, so my email remained unanswered until after he had got out of his Friday morning class.
(Here’s where I have to thank my son Jeremy for suggesting I tape my email address to the back of my phone.)
We arranged a time and place for me to pick it up, and when I got there, I called Jack (using Peter’s phone). In moments, he appeared at my car, my phone in his hand. I had intended to take a bottle of wine to him but I forgot, so I apologized for that and thanked him profusely for his kindness.
I loved his response. “My mother would have had it no other way.”