A Good Samaritan named Bill
It is my great pleasure to be able to write a letter like this. Today, I had the honor of being helped by a great Samaritan named Bill, and I wish to enquire whether there is any way our city honors good citizens.
Here's what prompts my question:
On my way to the Seattle Art Museum (SAM) this morning, I stopped at the Kwik 'n Clean gas station/car wash near PCC in Edmonds to fill my tank. I paid with a credit card.
Some time later, when I got out of my car at the parking garage next to SAM, I discovered that I did not have my wallet.
I checked and rechecked every inch of my car -- to no avail. And then, when I noticed the sign on the elevator at the garage saying that the car could not be removed until the parking fee was paid, I began to panic,
By the time I entered SAM, I was really nervous. I had no money, no credit cards, no identification.
The people at the museum were great. They helped me find a phone book and, thanks to my cell phone, I was able to call the gas station where I had last seen my wallet.
The man who answered told me that someone named Bill had found my wallet and that Bill was not there -- because he had gone to my house to deliver my wallet so that I would not be worried.
I explained that I was not at my house but at the Seattle Art Museum. And I asked for Bill's cell phone number.
When I finally reached Bill, he was still at the door of my house. I explained what was happening and thanked him for his kindness in bringing the wallet to my house.
And then I asked him one further – and altogether audacious – favor. Because I could not get my car out of the parking garage without the credit card in the wallet he was holding, I asked whether he would be so kind as to bring me the wallet. (It would mean leaving work for a mid-day drive from Edmonds to downtown Seattle.)
Bill said yes but noted that it would take a few minutes. He had to go back to the gas station and make arrangements to be absent.
Forty-five minutes later, Bill pulled over to the curb near SAM, handed me my wallet, and refused any reward. He just grabbed my hand and squeezed it and introduced himself: "I'm Bill."
Dear Editor, this selfless act of kindness, way beyond anything that is usual, deserves to be recognized.
I am so grateful to Bill and so grateful that I live in a city like Edmonds where people like Bill still flourish.
I think Bill deserves recognition. I think other people would benefit from knowing there are people in the world like Bill and, for us in Edmonds, they are close at hand.
Please help me find a way of honoring Bill.
proud citizen of Edmonds