an　bathroom。　As　I　walked　out；　I　looked　at　myself　in　the　mirror　and　shook　my　head　at　the　forgetful　fool　in　front　of　me。

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Now　all　I　could　hope　for　was　that　the　person　who　cleaned　the　restroom　had　found　my　wallet。　So　I　politely　approached　an　old　lady　reading　her　book　at　the　front　desk。　I　asked　her　if　a　wallet　had　been　found　in　the　bathroom　yesterday。　She　didn’t　answer　me　until　she　found　a　good　place　to　pull　herself　away　from　her　book。　Then　she　peered　at3　me　from　behind　the　thick　black　glasses　parked　on　her　nose。　Letting　out　a　quiet　sigh；　she　slowly　struggled　out　of　her　fortable　sitting　position。　She　walked　through　a　door　and　vanished4　for　a　moment。　Then　she　came　back　to　the　desk。

“No。”

That　was　that。　I　quickly　thanked　her　and　walked　off。

I　wondered　what　I　would　do　if　I　had　found　a　wallet　containing　sixty　dollars；　a　phone　card　and　many　other　irreplaceable5　personal　items。　Finally；　I　painfully　accepted　the　fact　that　my　wallet　was　gone。

A　week　later；　after　I　had　canceled　my　bank　card　and　reported　my　license　missing；　I　received　a　mysterious　package　in　the　mail。　Sure　enough；　it　was　my　wallet！　And　most　amazingly；　nothing　was　missing！　But　something　was　different　about　it。　There　was　a　little　yellow　sheet　of　paper　folded　up　in　one　of　the　wallet　pockets　that　had　not　been　there　before。　I　slowly　unfolded　the　paper。　Into　my　hand　fell　a　little　copper　medallion6　of　Christ。　The　letter　read　something　like　this：

Always　keep　this　medall