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Yes, apparently it does happen!!!

Dave discovered a call from Burwood Police station on our messages this morning, and it seems someone had handed my wallet into the police there. So, I call them and whomever handed it in, found it and handed in COMPLETELY INTACT!!! Yep, even the money was in there!

I don't know what to make of it... I KNOW I left it in the shop, because I know I left the shop with only the drinks and snacks I bought, so I definitely didn't drop it outside. So, either, the guy who was served after me handed it into Burwood police, or the shopkeeper had a pang of conscience and did it himself...

Either way, whoo hoo!!!

I'm still heading into the city today to have my Keypass updated, because I think that has a been an important wake up call for me.

On a more spiritual level, I think something Leah said about having to fight to get my identity back really struck a cord... I think maybe the Universe is telling me it's time to completely let go of Claudette Michelle Yr Nason, and embrace Sif Anna Dal...

On Facebook last night, someone did a name analysis of my name for me (sorry, can't remember who it was right now), and even though this stuff is silly, it came back S = Strong, I = Imaginative, F = Friendly... Not bad, hey? Certainly attributes I would like to think I have! So time to fully embrace that and stop living in this no-woman's land of having two identities...

Comments

Juniper said…
Sif, I can't tell you how relieved I am for you. When I was telling Dh about it when it happened, he was concerned about identity theft, considering all the documents you carried in your wallet.

So glad you are getting the Keycard thingy, so you don't have to carry all those documents with you anymore.

And thank you for helping restore my faith in humanity, knowing that someone actually handed it in intact. Do you know where they found it?
katef said…
Oh yay! So glad to hear your wallet was returned... wow and with everything still in it too!
Amanda O. said…
I'll third that "Oh yay!" I'm really glad that for as horribly stressful as the whole thing has been, at least something good is coming out of it (keycard) and will hopefully prevent something worse from happening if a less honest (or less honest in the end anyhow) person got ahold of it and used it to steal your identity or something. And would you believe I've been trying to comment since you first lost it but keep getting interrupted by certain short people??? ;-) I swear the kid has a radar for my reading your blog!

How has the incident with E resolved? How is he doing? Feeling better I hope?

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