Whenever I travel and get on the plane,
I usually carry two bags.
A big hand bag or a tote,
and a small shoulder bag.
The small shoulder bag is where I put the important stuff,
like my passport,
so I could take it with me wherever I go.
I had a 7-hour layover in Stockholm for my flight to Barcelona.
to visit the old city
and come back to the airport.
I was on my way to purchase
a train ticket
when I realized
my shoulder bag was missing…
I have never been so scared
in my life.
I felt stuck.
Without a passport,
I cannot go back home to the US
and I cannot move forward
to my final destination in Spain either.
The only thing I could think of
was to go back to the arrival gate.
I went back to the sitting area
and looked around,
but it was nowhere to be found.
I saw the lady
who sat beside me on the plane
and asked her if she has seen it
she said no.
There was a deli stand right next to the waiting area,
so I asked the deli clerk
if he has seen anything
and to my surprise,
he said yes!
He said he has given it to an airport personnel though.
I explained to the first airport employee
that I saw what happened,
and she immediately called someone for me.
she was already aware of the situation.
I saw two men in uniform walking towards me
and one of them was holding my bag.
He asked me a couple of questions
just to make sure I was the right person
and after I answered correctly,
he handed it back to me…
I was so grateful!
I could not stop thanking him.
I realized the reason why I lost it
was because the strap broke off
and it fell on the floor.
I went back to the deli clerk
to thank him too
and to ask how he found it.
someone picked it up off the floor
right in front of the stand
and gave it to him.
I could not believe the honesty I just witnessed.
them returning my passport out of pity,
but they did not have to return the $500.00 cash that was in it too.
Three different people had a chance to take it,
the person who found it on the floor,
the deli clerk,
and the airport personnel.
Between the three of them,
there was no way for me to know who could have taken it,
if one of them did,
and yet none of them did.
And even if one of them did,
it probably would not matter that much.
I would just be so grateful
that my passport was returned to me.
I was reminded that
when I reach a dead end
and it seems like there is no way out
there is always a way out.
Where I was originally planning to visit did not work out,
so I decided to visit Barcelona instead.
I’m so glad I did,
it has become my most favorite destination.