“My Wallet” By: Justin Anthony English Comp. 1 Narrative Point: Think before you act. A wallet, or purse for some, is a precious item in which most people carry things more essential than money towards everyday life. If some people were to lose that portable safe, they may be offset for the rest of that day. The person without that wallet could be cranky or depressed for a while. Maybe something of great sentimental value was in that wallet. This person could keep these feelings for a long time, until they find their belongings by which case they are filled with joy.
I, personally, keep anything I may have interest in knowing where it is, in my wallet. I am very good about always having my wallet and never losing it… until recently. In my wallet, I store dire personal items such as my license and some pictures. Among other things, I have my money, like everybody else, and certificates for stores. This summer, I went to Beech Lake with my friends. I drove down there with my wallet and took it everywhere with me, like I would any other time.
Well, when someone doesn’t have pockets, then it is hard to keep their wallet right next to them at all times. I picked up my wallet from the bench next to the lake, along with my keys, and set both on top of the car. When I figured out that I needed the keys in order to get in the car and turn it on, I took them off the top of the roof, leaving my wallet behind. I sat in the car, car door open, waiting for my friend to make it to the car so we could all go home. Once he made it to the car, without thinking, I closed the door and started the car.
I had been driving about forty-five minutes before I realized that my wallet was no longer on my body. Immediately, I pulled the car over, and the next hour or so was spent looking for my wallet. All I could think about was what I would lose if I didn’t find my wallet. My birthday was the week before, and I was given $50 to Best Buy and $50 to Hot Topic. Aside from that I had $3 in cash. While walking up and down the road that my wallet flew off on, my friend found my Best Buy card. That eased my mind a little.
However, that was all we found of my dear wallet. My friend and I gave up after wasting an hour of finding nothing. Losing my wallet made me depressed for the rest of the day. I could not believe I did something so stupid. The next day, I received a call from my father. He was contacted by the sheriff’s department from Henderson County, where I was during this fiasco. When he answered the phone, the sheriff said “This is Deputy ‘so-and-so’ from the Henderson County sheriff’s department. Do you know Justin Anthony? This startled my father. The sheriff then continued to explain to him that he had recovered my wallet, some two miles from the lake in which I had visited. He left him information on how to contact him if he wished to retrieve my wallet. My father called me and relayed that information. I got with the sheriff and recovered my wallet. That made my day, knowing that everything I had lost in my wallet was now returned to me, except for my three dollars in cash, which didn’t really matter to me at that time.
Since that single event, I have lost my wallet two other times, none as serious as before. I have also lost something sincere to me by putting it on top of the car. However, I was fortunate enough to get it back. The carelessness of my misplacing has taught me a lesson, simply think before I act. This is something everyone is taught numerous times. Only now, it is easier for me to apply that to my actions. If I follow that idea, I could avoid future problems like the one involving my wallet. It took a scare like this for it to finally kick in to me.