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Honest People

Story ID:11040
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Stanley Idaho USA
Year:2016
Person:Ginny and I
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On June 27th, 2016, Ginny and I celebrated our twelfth anniversary. Many of our friends thought
we’d never make it this far. They thought we married too early after our first spouses died.
We’ve proved them wrong.

Ginny and I decided to head to the mountains near Stanley, Idaho to celebrate. We love the
area.

The Friday before we took off, I noticed my car was a little sluggish starting. I worried a bit,
but not too much.

On the day after our anniversary, we loaded the trunk of the car with our bags. We were ready to
roll. I smiled at Ginny, “Here we come, mountains.”

“Woo Hoo!” Ginny said with excitement.
Ginny hit the button to unlock the doors. I heard the click, climbed into the passenger seat –
Ginny was driving. She doesn’t let me drive mountain roads. She says I’m too slow.
She tried to open her door. It was still locked.

I reached over and unlock it for her.

She climbed into the driver’s seat, closed the door, stuck the key into the ignition, turned it
and …nothing. Our battery was dead.

Ginny climbed the stairs. She knocked on our neighbor’s door. When the lady of the house
answered, Ginny asked if her husband could give us a boost. It was early. He was still sleeping, but she
woke him.

A few moments later, Travis came down the stairs. His eyes were still glassy from sleep, and his
hair stuck out in all directions. We connected the jumper cables between our two batteries. In a few
minutes our car was running.

Instead of heading to the mountains, we went to a service center and bought a new battery.
We needed it. Ours was eight years old. We thank God for making it die when it did. If we had pulled
over in the mountains to take pictures, we have would had no way of contacting help. There’s no
cell service there. It’s quite isolated.

We had a beautiful weekend. The weather was the warmest we have ever experienced in
the area at this time of year – no snow in late May is a blessing. We spent a lot of time sitting around
picnic tables on the banks of Idaho’s Salmon River with two couples staying there too. They were fun.

The long weekend drew to a close.

We packed our bags and loaded them into our car for the ride home.

Ginny came out of the cottage, “Mike, did you get my purse off the sofa?”

“I didn’t see your purse, Baby.”

She went back into the cottage, searched and didn’t find her purse. We checked all our bags
and didn’t find it.

Ginny looked at me, “Mike, I took it with me on Saturday when we went to the restaurant
to eat. I don’t normally carry a purse, but my slacks don’t have pockets. I think I left it there.”

My heart sank. She had her credit and bank cards in it. Her driver’s license too.

Ginny tried to remain calm, but I knew she was in a panic.

We left the cabins and drove to the restaurant.

My heart started to pound. Ginny stepped from the car, opened the door to the restaurant and
stepped inside. A girl swept the floor. She looked up, saw Ginny, “Hey! I have your purse. A lady
sat at your table after you left and found it. She gave it to me. I didn’t know what motel you were at.”

Ginny almost cried with relieve.

I watched her walk out with her purse in her hand and my heart settled too.

I thank the Lord for honest people.

What would we do without them?

Michael T. Smith