On my way to the bank last Friday morning, I lost an endorsed check and deposit slip. Bills written against the deposit were in the mail. In this world of computerized banking, I did not relish the thought of trying to straighten out the mess I caused. The Memorial Day weekend looked bleak as I retraced my steps futilely hoping to find it.
Enter the good Samaritan. His name is David Bower. He works in the Amoco building. He found the check, called my home within minutes–the deposit slip had a phone number–and offered to deposit the check in my bank, which has a branch in the building.
I arranged a meeting instead, and Mr. Bower returned the check. Despite my pleas, he would not accept any reward beyond my repeated thanks. He politely declined my offer to write a letter of appreciation to his boss. He wanted nothing in return. Mr. Bower was just a nice person who seemed pleased to be able to save me a lot of grief.
There’s a cynical expression that says, “No good deed goes unpunished.” Mr. Bower puts the lie to that.
Thanks again, Mr. Bower. You’re special.
