It was 9:30 a.m. on a recent Tuesday. My husband, Robert, and I were coming from a doctor’s appointment and stopped at a restaurant in Fort Mill for breakfast.
When we got home, I noticed my pocketbook was missing. I had left it in the restaurant. Needless to say, I panicked. My stomach was in knots. We immediately drove back to the restaurant.
There in our booth sat this sweet, dear lady guarding my pocketbook. Her name was Betty. The man who happened to be in the next booth – Tom, a retired Baptist minister – had already notified our son. (He found a list of phone numbers in my purse as they were trying to find out who the purse belonged to.)
These two dear angels waited about 45 minutes for me to realize I had forgotten my purse and then come back, anxiously looking for it. I will be forever grateful for their kindness and patience protecting me from a lot of trouble. God bless both of them abundantly. Edel Russell, Fort Mill, S.C.