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I was ready to pay for my bananas at the grocery one night， when fear seized me． My wallet was gone． I could only have left it on the G9 bus， which was now speeding in the dark to some (1) station．
The (2) moment was quickly followed by mental math． How much time and money would it cost to replace the (3) of that little wallet？ The credit cards， the driverˈs license， the cash， all lost to the bus．
Two hours later， back at my house，I heard a knock on the door． My husband (4) it while I was on the phone in the dining room． "Does Jennifer live here？" I heard a lady say． In my husbandˈs hand was my wallet， with not a penny (5) ． She left before I could (6) make it to the door to offer my thanks．
After sharing the story online， I heard from someone，who (7) the lady as Erin Smith． Without (8) ，I called to thank her． She said she (9) my wallet on a bus seat． She (10) that going to a strangerˈs house was a (11) move， but she decided to take the chance． "If I were in that (12) ． I would want someone to try to find me，"she said．
This one stranger responded beautifully to my small (13) ， but she actually wasnˈt the only one． Right after Erin (14) my wallet on the bus， she posted a picture of my driverˈs license to an online forum （论坛），trying to see (15) anyone knew me． No sooner did she leave my doorstep than I had emails from two women whose kids go to my sonˈs nursery and who recognized my face． Iˈve never (16) words with those moms beyond small talk， but they wanted to help． I read that people are more divided than ever， but thatˈs not how the people I (17) tend to act．
(18) ， I feel blessed someone had wanted to help a stranger． Erin had gone (19) what almost anyone would have done， finding my house on a bitterly cold night and for that I was extremely (20) ．