an bathroom。 As I walked out； I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head at the forgetful fool in front of me。
你有钱包吗？（2）
Now all I could hope for was that the person who cleaned the restroom had found my wallet。 So I politely approached an old lady reading her book at the front desk。 I asked her if a wallet had been found in the bathroom yesterday。 She didn’t answer me until she found a good place to pull herself away from her book。 Then she peered at3 me from behind the thick black glasses parked on her nose。 Letting out a quiet sigh； she slowly struggled out of her fortable sitting position。 She walked through a door and vanished4 for a moment。 Then she came back to the desk。
“No。”
That was that。 I quickly thanked her and walked off。
I wondered what I would do if I had found a wallet containing sixty dollars； a phone card and many other irreplaceable5 personal items。 Finally； I painfully accepted the fact that my wallet was gone。
A week later； after I had canceled my bank card and reported my license missing； I received a mysterious package in the mail。 Sure enough； it was my wallet！ And most amazingly； nothing was missing！ But something was different about it。 There was a little yellow sheet of paper folded up in one of the wallet pockets that had not been there before。 I slowly unfolded the paper。 Into my hand fell a little copper medallion6 of Christ。 The letter read something like this：
Always keep this medall