Opinion: Two wallets, one happy outcome
This is the story of two wallets.
Recently, a friend of mine posted something quite disturbing on social media.
His wallet was stolen while he was at a local hotel.
In fact, he was able to get surveillance from the business which actually showed a brazen person snatching his wallet and quickly leaving the establishment.
What drives people to do things like this?
Are they desperate for money due to situations? Or do they suffer from kleptomania — often a condition brought on by contributing circumstances?
Or do they just have no respect for themselves or others?
For the person who has had their wallet stolen, it is a real inconvenience too.
And today, wallets and mobile phones are often combined.
Losing either or both can elevate the risk of identity theft occurring.
Now, I know we should be more vigilant when it comes to these things — akin to locking up your home when you go out or at night, but the very fact this needs to be done tells us a lot about today’s society and human nature.
But I really believe there is just as much good in the world too.
When I was studying media, there was a concept covered that was very interesting — the study of binary opposites.
This concept contends that you only become aware of something because of the influence of something else.
For example, you only know someone is tall when you consider someone who is short, and you only know someone has dark skin when they are offset by someone with lighter skin.
So this can also be apparent when we consider someone who does something bad, by witnessing someone who does something that is good.
Here is a case in point.
Recently, travelling back from Perth, I pulled into the bakery at Jurien Bay for the obligatory pastry.
After sitting outside and finishing off my sausage roll layered with tomato sauce, I proceeded to return to my vehicle, throwing my rubbish into the bin on the way.
Ten minutes down the highway, I realised I didn’t have my wallet.
What the hell did I do with it?
I stopped and rummaged through the vehicle, with no luck.
I must have left it either on the shop counter or on the table outside the bakery.
Oh no — I suddenly realised I had thrown it in the bin!
Every kilometre back to Jurien seemed forever as I held my heart in my mouth.
Would the wallet still be in the bin?
Would someone have found it in the bin and handed it in?
Did I actually throw it in the bin, or did I leave it somewhere else?
Eventually I arrived back at the bakery.
I jumped out of the car, and went straight to the bin
I lifted the lid with high anticipation.
I couldn’t see my wallet.
I tossed the loose rubbish around.
Had someone taken it?
Had it been handed in to the staff in the bakery?
Credit card gone, licence gone, cash gone.
As I put the lid down, thinking of my next move, I heard a voice right behind me.
“Hey, have you lost a wallet?”
Two young ladies had picked it out from the bin, and were just heading down to the police station to hand it in.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I said.
“Can I give you a hug?”
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