Dear Sir,
Last Saturday I lost my wallet containing credit cards, driver’s license and lots of other stuff somewhere in the SuperLake area.
It wasn’t until hours later that I realized it was missing. A temporary “hold” was achieved by calling Visa but the thought of requesting replacements for the many other documents gave me a migraine. I couldn’t even drive legally!
I waited in vain for a call or e-mail. None came, so I began to print lost notices to post.
On Monday morning a static-laden call came through, virtually inaudible. The noise, my limited Spanish and the caller’s limited English ended with my comprehending only one word - licencia! Yes, I started to say, but the line went dead and remained so.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Two men were at the door. One was a cab driver, the other the little blind man who sits outside SuperLake wearing dark glasses and a sign that reads “It’s A Beautiful Day, But I Can’t See It.” He held my wallet out to me. Someone, he said, had dropped it into his lap. With help, he had called me but gave up when we couldn’t communicate.
He asked a friend to summon a taxi for him and delivered my wallet to my door, requesting only the taxi fare. Needless to say, I proffered much more.
I was stunned, thrilled and so grateful that such a gracious gesture came from this gentleman who I had, along with many of hundreds of people, passed so often without ever seeing him, his invisibility borne of familiarity.
His name is Luis, a man worthy of being visible to us all.
John Jones, Mirasol