One day while working at a fast food restaurant, a lady left her Louis Vuitton bag on a table. “I waited about 20 minutes,” the narrator recalled, “but she had already left.” Acting promptly, I placed it in the lost and found without peeking inside.
A month later, my manager asked if I wanted the bag. Curious, I retrieved it and found only a piece of paper inside. It turned out to be a receipt for the bag. I decided to keep it, using it to carry my belongings. “That purse helped me appear polished in many job interviews.”
I still have the bag, a reminder of my humble beginnings and a motivation to give back.
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