Returning lost things

People leaving their phones in my cab is common. I’ve lost count of how many people have left their phones in my cab. Some people leave their wallets or purses. A few people have left their laptops. One man even left his whole backpack. I wouldn’t be surprised if these people forgot their children in my cab too.

This one time, I picked up this man from JFK airport. He was tall, white and very good looking. He was with his wife and he came to New York for a business deal. I talk to people if they talk to me. I’m good at making conversations. If my english was better, I would’ve been a connecter or maybe even a lawyer.

My children tell me to go back to college, and I often contradict them by saying, “who will pay the bills?” I feel like I’m too old now to study. I want to retire and go back to Pakistan when my kids are settled. Maybe I can open an orphanage and help those underprivileged kids.

The couple had to go to Manhattan. The man asked me about my life, and I told him how I ended up in America. He was amazed and he kept asking me questions, but we reached his destination and I told him to keep an eye out for my auto biography (I’m done with it. My daughter has to edit it but she’s too busy with her own writing stuff).

The man agreed and said he would be glad to read it. I dropped him off and picked up another passenger. The new passenger told me that someone had left their backpack. I asked him to give it to me. When I dropped the new passenger, I went back to that place where I dropped the couple, but I couldn’t find them.

When I went home, I told my kids. They looked through his bag and found a laptop and classified information but there was no address of any sort. We rummaged through it and found an old receipt from 2018 of a hotel in California. I called the hotel, gave them the conformation number and asked for the mans number so I could call him and give him back his backpack. The hotel refused saying it was against their policy. So, I gave them my number and asked them to call the man and tell him I have his stuff.

A few days later the man called and told me the laptop was very important to him. This was a Sunday and I usually take a day off on Sunday to spend time with my family. The man was eager and said he was leaving the country at 7 and needed his laptop. I told him I would meet him in Manhattan.

My entire family went with me to give this man his laptop. We were planning on going to battery park and eating out. But as soon as I met the men, he was grateful and he thanked me like I saved his life. In addition, he gave me a thousand dollars. I refused saying that it was my responsibility to return what was lost. Islam puts a huge emphasis on returning someone’s prized possessions. I did what anyone would do. But the man pushed the dollars in my hand. I told him it was too much, but he didn’t care. I don’t know who he was but if you’re out there and if you get a hold of this blog let me know.

It is said that what goes around comes around. When you have good intentions, good things will happen. But don’t ever do something good, because you’ll get something in return. Do it because of compassion… because your human.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. NZain says:

    I love this!❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    1. From Pakistan to NYC says:

      Thank you so much! glad you liked it


  2. Yetismith says:

    I quite agree. Sometimes I had people try to give me money but I always said it wasn’t company policy. I think it’s fair to accept the cost of mailing something or petrol for the car, but like you, I believe you do things because it’s decent and compassionate. We had a lot of people leaving tickets and passports behind and it was often hard to locate the owners but I regarded it as a challenge and just finding them was reward in itself.
    You are a very nice man, obviously.

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    1. From Pakistan to NYC says:

      I agree! Sometimes it gets hard. I usually take the things I find to the TLC, but they tell me to keep them, hoping that the passenger would contact me. But its a big responsibility


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