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The teenage boy made his mother very proud.

I had asked the teenage boy to take Cocoa, our beagle for a walk the other day. I am always unsure when he goes for a walk because he travels all over the nooks and crannies of Hamilton. I am also never sure what he will bring home. He is very much like his father. A few years ago, when my husband was walking home from work, and it happened to be garbage night, he saw a door. Not just any door, but a very heavy wooden front door. So, what did he do? Well, he picked it up and brought it home. This door was completely useless to us, it was the wrong size, and there was no key to the lock which just happened to be an extremely old lock that required a skeleton key. I asked him why, why did he bring it home? He really could not answer me, so the door sat unused in our basement for months.

Thus, when the teenage boy went for a walk, I was naturally concerned. Much to my relief though, the only thing he had brought home was a wallet. The wallet had close to twenty different cards in it, health cards, debit cards, charge cards, etc. Apparently well walking down an alleyway he saw the wallet. At first glance he just ignored it but then he thought twice, and turned to retrieve it. The wallet was empty and the cards that went in the slots were strewn across the alley. He picked up all the cards and the wallet. Once at home, we tried to figure out how to contact the owner. Looking in the internet telephone book gave us nothing, and the cards too, were useless, no address on any of them. I searched the various different hiding places of the wallet and found a red slip of paper with a phone number. We called the number and asked for the woman who’s name was listed on the health card. She was quite relieved that her wallet had been found. She had been robbed at the local library. We gave her our address and she drove over to retrieve the wallet and it’s contents. Sadly though, the cards were now useless since she had spent the entire afternoon calling and cancelling them all. Either way, she was very happy to know that my son had taken the time to pick everything up. I was a very proud mother.