A Quick Tale on the Goodness of Man

Yesterday one of our translators (Amadou) who’s normally quite cheery was down.  Earlier that morning he had given someone a ride on his motorcycle.  The guy’s knee kept bumping Amadou’s belt bag.  Eventually it came off.  Our translator didn’t realize it until the end of the day when he came into work and didn’t have it.  The bag had his ID, $10 USD, his cell phone as well as some other items.  He was crushed.  He had his cell phone blocked so that whoever found it wouldn’t be able to use it.  He was going to have to replace everything.  Then, at the end of the day, he ran into a friend who said that someone had called him and wanted him to tell Amadou that he had something of his.  The person had found the bag and bought a SIM chip for the phone so that he could access the phone numbers.  He then went down the list and called people to see if any of them knew how to get ahold of Amadou.  Amadou was able to call him later that evening and meet up to get his bag.  The bag had everything still in it. 

In a place recovering from war, where crime is on the rise, food and fuel prices are a constant worry, and poverty is everywhere, it’s nice to know that there are good people here who, one day, may just turn this country around.  Perhaps it’s not just in the US where one can have the “audacity to hope.”