Mr Finocane Day

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A self portrait and thanks in star and stripes  (I had get out of drawing so many stars somehow!)

I set aside this to remember a man with old school values. I’ve never met him but I am eternally grateful to him.

On 20th January 2009, I lost my purse. It was crammed with lots of essential items: credit cards, debit cards, driver’s licence and my Oystercard. There was also more than £150 in cash which I’d withdrawn for late Christmas and birthday gifts for my many nephews and nieces. What a palaver! I cancelled everything, replaced my lost cards and documents and tried to move on while still beating myself up for being so careless.

About two weeks later, I got a letter from Islington Police station to say my purse had been handed in. I described what had been in it and they said it was all there – including all the cash down to the last penny.

When I went to the police station to collect my purse I asked after the person who’d handed it in. They gave me a note they had with his name and number on it. I texted him to say thank you and I offered him a reward. He welcomed my gratitude but declined my offer. It was the right thing to do and a reward was unnecessary.  That’s the way I was brought up, he said.

Eight years later, the note remains on my fridge. A constant reminder that  there are some very good people out there.

When it comes to the inauguration of USA presidents, I think of Mr Finocane – first name unknown. A wonderful, old-fashioned act of kindness. Old school.

 

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