There really areangels among us
A few weeks ago, after running errands in Thomson, I returned home and found that my nephew had passed suddenly. He was only 46 years old. After pulling myself together, I realized I needed to make phone calls. One number was in my wallet. When I went to my purse to get it, I found I had no wallet. After the shock, I realized I needed to cancel credit cards and so forth. I reached to pick up the phone, and the phone rang, I answered. A man said, "Jerry, did you lose something today?" I said, "Yes, my wallet." He said, "I have it." He then told me he was on my road, about to turn in my driveway. He gave me my wallet. I offered him a reward. But, he would not take it. His name was Stephen Pavilsak. I shutter to think what would have happened if Stephen had not found my wallet in a shopping cart at Wal-Mart parking lot. I had money in there, and not a dime was missing. I want people to know what an honest man he was. I will never forget him. I was so grateful.
Web posted on Thursday, July 01, 2010