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 driver's 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 husband's 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 stranger's 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 wasn't the only one. Right after Erin 14 my wallet on the bus , she posted a picture of my driver's 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 son's nursery and who recognized my face. I've never 16 words with those moms beyond small tall , but they wanted to help. I read that people are more divided than ever , but that's 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 .