Monday, October 15, 2012

The Forbearance of Foreigners



I was 21 and reckless. I would make random road trips just because I wanted White Castle. I raced my mustang down I-95 because I wanted to feel that adrenaline rush. I would drink until I magically teleported to my bed. It was a good time. 
One weekend I drove to Atlantic City. It was my first time going to any casino, and I was super excited. I wanted to make the best of it, so I withdrew cash from the ATM and began hitting the tables. My other friends busted out early so they came to watch me over at the roulette table. Within fifteen minutes I cashed out with over $400, and bought myself a five-star lunch. The five star lunch turned into top notch bars later that evening in Philly. To be honest I could not remember half the night.
Later that next morning I awoke on my friends couch. As I got ready and performed the phone grope, I realized I was missing my wallet. I was so worried. I was told I took a cab home, but could not recall the name of the company. After calling my bank to cancel all my cards, I finally set home to Baltimore. That evening I spent sulking in self-doubt thinking, ‘How could I have been so stupid?’ Just as I thought that the doorbell rang. As I looked out the window I saw a cab double parked outside, and an Arab man standing at my doorstep. As I open the door, he is holding my wallet in hand. He found my address on the license and decided to be a good samaritan and deliver it himself. I gave him a giant hug. My faith in humanity was restored.

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