2013-04-07, 08:58 PM
When I was at work today, I came across a rag doll bunny, which I initially mistook for a piece of rubbish. Albeit being tarnished and dirty, it was cute and I could tell that it was well loved by its owner. I assumed that a small child must have left it behind, and could relate to that feeling from when I was young. I brought it to the safe where we keep lost items, and told the HR employees to take good care of it, and absolutely make sure it stays until it returns to its owner. After wrapping it carefully in a small blanket and placing it in the safe, I went back to work.
Three hours later, a man approached me asking if I happened to have found a bunny in the vicinity. He was a bit rugged-looking and possibly poor, and had an almost hopeless kind of expression on his face and sad look in his eyes. I then remembered the rag doll bunny that I found, described it to him, and told him I kept it in a safe place until its owner would arrive. He confirmed to me that it belongs to his four-year-old daughter, it's her best friend, and that she can't sleep without it. I retrieved the bunny from the safe, and returned it to the man. As I handed him the doll, he placed a $20 bill in my hand and turned to walk away. I tried giving it back to him, and told him that I don't need money, and I don't want to take this, but he simply smiled and replied "I know" and walked off. After the store closed I heard a few employees talking about "an annoying lady looking for a bunny" and the sarcastic responses they gave her. It must have really meant a lot to them.
As I reflect on this day, I'm not sure how to feel or what to think of it. Things could have turned out much differently if someone else were to have found the doll. I'm glad that it found its way back to its friend.
Three hours later, a man approached me asking if I happened to have found a bunny in the vicinity. He was a bit rugged-looking and possibly poor, and had an almost hopeless kind of expression on his face and sad look in his eyes. I then remembered the rag doll bunny that I found, described it to him, and told him I kept it in a safe place until its owner would arrive. He confirmed to me that it belongs to his four-year-old daughter, it's her best friend, and that she can't sleep without it. I retrieved the bunny from the safe, and returned it to the man. As I handed him the doll, he placed a $20 bill in my hand and turned to walk away. I tried giving it back to him, and told him that I don't need money, and I don't want to take this, but he simply smiled and replied "I know" and walked off. After the store closed I heard a few employees talking about "an annoying lady looking for a bunny" and the sarcastic responses they gave her. It must have really meant a lot to them.
As I reflect on this day, I'm not sure how to feel or what to think of it. Things could have turned out much differently if someone else were to have found the doll. I'm glad that it found its way back to its friend.