I was shopping at North Vancouver's Superstore recently and rushing to make yoga before my graveyard shift.
As a single mom with three kids in tow, it's never easy. In the last couple of years, I have had to become creative in my income earnings as I have lost my home and a 15-year business. I had $150 cash and my child tax cheque for $774. When I realized my wallet was not in my cart, I panicked, going in and out of the store, desperately trying to find it. I went to my graveyard shift and continued to call the store.
I thought OK, I will just get my cheque replaced, knowing sickeningly it would take time, plus ID, kids' pics, etc.
When the phone rang after I returned home at 8 a.m., I knew by the way my Brenna's face lit up. She screamed, "They found your wallet in the parking lot!"
I immediately raced to Superstore and as the manager Christy handed it to me, the tears started flowing down my cheeks. I asked them to get Chris from general services who found it at the bottom of one of the shopping carts -- I guess it fell through somehow. It was soaking wet, but had everything in it. When I grabbed onto Chris and hugged him, the poor guy didn't know what to do. He just kept saying, "Don't cry." By the time I left, I think they were all bawling.
Chris, you are my hero.
Adel Petersen, North Vancouver