I wanted to share an experience that happened to me recently.
I have a habit of copying all the photos from my smartphone. Just in case. You never know. Suddenly, the phone is lost or just one day it refuses to work.
Now, no one takes pictures with a camera for a long time. All life, all data, all memories – all in the phone.
I usually transfer everything to the computer, there I systematize and draw up daddies by year. I like everything to be neat. Then I save everything on a flash drive.
And here I don’t know who pulled me to drag this very flash drive to work with me. After all, it was possible to do without it that day.
At work, I urgently needed to transfer a large amount of data from one computer to another. Our full-time programmer, as usual, is all in business-concerns. We have one and always like hot cakes.
So I decided that day that I could deal with this problem myself. Really, what’s so difficult about it? I just had to find a place to put it all. So I brought my personal flash drive from home that day.
Everything went like clockwork. I calmly worked all day and quite pleased with myself returned home. Everything would be fine, but in the evening I did not find my flash drive in my bag.
I began to reassure myself: most likely I just forgot to take it. But my memory helpfully threw me a picture in which I opened the bag, put the flash drive, and then zipped it up.
The next day, my worst fears were confirmed. There was no flash drive at work. I lost her. It was embarrassing to the point of tears!
After all, it was on this flash drive that all the childhood photos of our daughter were. Since she was born, my husband and I constantly arranged home photo shoots. They dressed her beautifully, dressed up themselves and took pictures with the whole family.
There was only one thing to calm us down: in recent years we have started a tradition of printing photographs. As before, in the days of our childhood, when each of the thirty-six frames on film was unique. I lovingly pasted our family photos into the album, signed when and in what place this picture was taken.
And now, through my own stupidity, I have lost a whole archive of my only daughter growing up. I reproached myself for stupidity and inattention. That day I was in the store, riding the bus from work. Or maybe she just dropped the flash drive when she got the keys in front of the entrance?
My conscience gnawed at me for a couple of days, when I received a very unexpected call at work. Some girl called, judging by the voice of a very young one.
– Hello! Can I speak to an employee with such and such a last name? It is you?! Did you happen to lose your flash drive?
In the evening, after work, I was already at full speed rushing to the appointed meeting place. On the way I bought a box of chocolates. At the meeting, the girl said that she had found a flash drive in our local supermarket not far from the cash registers. Apparently I dropped it when I calculated and took out my wallet.
Well, then she decided to return it to its owner. I looked through the folders that were stored there, but from the photographs it was impossible to understand where to look for the owner. But she came across the documents of our organization. And there is a corporate stamp on the documents everywhere.
Through the Internet, the girl found our organization. There I already climbed into the list of employees and began to view photos. That’s how she found me in two days.
I offered to thank the stranger with money, but she categorically refused. And here is the candy. She said that she understood that she could be in the same situation and would like to be helped too.
Such a small, seemingly insignificant act. But it’s so nice to realize that there are still good and decent people around you.
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