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Arriving
in Sydney on his own from India, my husband, Rashid, stayed in a hotel for a short
time while looking for a house for me and our children.
During
the first week of his stay, he went out one day to do some shopping. He came back
in the late afternoon to discover that his suitcase was gone. He was extremely worried
as the suitcase had all his important papers, including his passport.
He reported
the case to the police and then sat there，lost and lonely in strange city, thinking
of the terrible troubles of getting all the paperwork organized again from a distant
country while trying to settle down in a new one.
Late in
the evening, the phone rang. It was a stranger. He was trying to pronounce my husband's
name and was asking him a lot of questions. Then he said they had found a pile of
papers in their trash can（垃圾桶）that had been left out on the footpath.
My husband
rushed to their home to find a kind family holding all his papers and documents.
Their young daughter had gone to the trash can and found a pile of papers. Her parents
had carefully sorted them out, although they had found mainly foreign addresses
on most of the documents. At last they had seen a half-written letter in the pile
in which my husband had given his new telephone number to a friend.
That family
not only gave back the important documents to us that day but also gave back our
faith and trust in people. We still remember their kindness and often send them
a warm wish.
