Honour knows no social class.

Two days ago, my faith in humanity was restored.

Last week, I was running up-island to take my little sister out for dinner. I was on a short twelve day rotation off from work after a 5 week stint and in my own bout of selfishness I hadn't allotted much time to spend with my family. I hadn't even seen my sister since I arrived home and wanted to visit with her before I left for work again. I enjoy spending time with my little sister and she certainly enjoys it when I pull her out of her regimented boarding school atmosphere for a welcomed change of pace.

I was already late in meeting her and low on gas so I pulled into the nearest gas station on the way up. In my rush I had left my wallet on my trunk after refuelling and driven away. I drove 25 minutes to pick up my sister and another 20 minutes to the restaurant she wanted to go to. Upon leaving my vehicle, I did my classic check (the guys know) – tap the side pockets for phone and keys and the rear right pocket for wallet. No wallet. I frantically searched my car for 15 minutes and called the gas station where I thought I might've left it on the pump - no dice. My sister ended up taking ME out for dinner after we had to go all the way back to her boarding school where she had left her wallet behind.

Later that evening after I bid adieu to my sister, I returned to the scene of my crime. I retraced my steps along the highway a few hundred meters from the gas station in the dark that evening thinking I might've left it on my trunk. It was probably not the smartest idea I've had but this involves two things that make a man crazy - gross inconvenience and an embarrassing knock at my pride. I found two gas-caps along the side of the road from people who had done the same thing. I gave them to the clerk at the gas station and called up CIBC and cancelled my credit card. I went to the RCMP station but it turns out they keep regular business hours like everyone else unless it is an emergency.

The next day, with only one day left before work, I called and registered my missing wallet with the local RCMP and acquired a new debit card and temporary driver's license. I heard nothing from anyone and began to come to terms with the fact that I wouldn't see my wallet again.

Early the next day, when I was on the ferry headed to Vancouver, I received a Facebook message from a 'Chris Logan'. He had given me a telephone number of somebody who had found my wallet.  I informally thanked him (and called him 'uncle' by accident because I happen to have an Uncle Chris Logan and thought it was him) and phoned the number. It turns out the man was riding his bicycle and found my wallet and its contents strew all over the highway. He searched out every card he could find (dodging traffic no doubt) and put them all back into the wallet. He then, as he doesn't have a computer, went through the phonebook and began calling all Logans in the directory. He managed to get a hold of a Chris Logan (not my uncle) who took it upon himself to search me out on social media and give me the number of the man who found my wallet. I called and I had my parents meet him at the same gas station.

He gave it all back and was 100% honest; he could've used my credit card or simply ignored my wallet entirely. 

This man is homeless and it was the second wallet he returned this week. 

These men are true gentlemen.