I looked confused and asked, “What is so important about this wallet the only thing in it is your I.D. and you definitely have more than enough in your hand to go get a new one?”

He looked at the wallet and said, “It’s not about what’s in it but who gave me that wallet, my mother died at birth so it was only me and my father and he gave that to me when he passed away on my eighteenth-birthday.”

Feeling bad for taking such a prized item, I sighed holding out the wallet, “I’m sorry here you go, and don’t worry about the money.”

I tried to walk off but he stopped me and said, “Here if you ever need any help or a place to stay just give me a call.”

Confused, “How am I supposed to call you without a phone.”

He smiled and walked off while stating, “Every police station has a phone and you get one free call.” He got into the back seat of a white car and it drove off.

I walked to where I have been staying for the past few nights, which was under a park bridge that was part of the parks walking trail. I woke the next morning and as my stomach growled at me for not taking the money I remembered the card. But how to get in a police station without staying the night there. I quickly ran through the streets looking for the nearest police officer. Finally finding one, I walked up to him. I smiled and asked, “May I ask you a question sir?”

He smiled back and said, “Yes what is it mam.”

I looked him in the eyes and asked, “Is there any way I could use the phone at the police station without getting locked up?”