A Kind Story That Prove a Little Sympathy Goes a Long Way

One day, I was working at a fast food restaurant when this lady left her Louis Vuitton bag on the table.

I waited about 20 minutes yet remembered seeing her depart, so I grabbed it and placed it in the lost and found. I never glanced inside. A month passed by.

My manager asked, “Hey, it’s been a month…do you want that bag?”

I answered yes and went into the rear to collect it. I opened the top and was surprised to find nothing but a piece of paper.

I opened the piece of paper to find a receipt for the bag.

 

 

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On the receipt was a message that read, “To the girl who needed a new purse during the holidays.”

Whoever this lady was planning to do this in the first place. I looked at the receipt—$1700 for this bag!?

I carefully packed my belongings in it, took it home, and said nothing further about it. That purse helped me seem nice in a lot of job interviews.

I still have the bag because it reminds me of those humble days when I didn’t have much and encourages me to give back to others.

 

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