Saved by State Farm, Scentsy, and Small Town Kindness

May 2026--I’ve always believed there are far more good people in the world than bad. We hear so much about the bad and not nearly enough about the good, so this post is about the good. I can’t say what happened to me “restored” my faith in humanity, because instead, it strengthened it.

Last Monday morning, I received a call from a wonderful woman at our local State Farm office. My mind started racing—had I missed a payment? Had something changed? I had no idea.

After we exchanged pleasantries, she told me she was calling because my wallet had been found. I laughed and said there had to be some mistake—I had my wallet. But as we talked, I walked into the other room to check my purse.

I screeched, “Oh my goodness, Stephanie! I do not have my wallet!” Then I asked how she knew where it was. I had not been anywhere near the State Farm office in Michigan so I was more than a little confused.

She explained that the woman who runs a farmer’s market in St. John, Indiana, had called. Bingo! I was in St. John for Mother’s Day and had gone to the market with my daughter, granddaughter, and some of their neighbors.

Apparently, after making a purchase at the Scentsy booth, my aim was off when I was dropping my wallet back into my purse.  Megan, the Scentsy vendor, found it and gave it to Shelby, who runs the market. Shelby looked through my wallet, and the only item she found with a phone number was my State Farm insurance card. She got in her car and drove over to the St. John town hall drop box and placed my wallet inside. The next day, she called my insurance agent’s office.

Stephanie got Shelby’s number—thank goodness for caller ID—and I called right away to thank her for tracking me down and taking my wallet to Town Hall so it would be safe. She told me Megan, the Scentsy vendor, had found it and given it to her. Fortunately, I still had Megan’s number on the card attached to my purchase. I couldn’t reach Megan, but I left a message and made sure she also knew how truly grateful I was.

I called the Town Hall and learned they were required to turn the wallet over to the police department. So, I called there next to if my daughter could pick it up for me. The dispatcher said I could fill out an online form giving her permission to pick it up, and Mandy did just that. I was grateful to her, too.

I wasn’t about to ask my daughter to drive all the way out to Michigan to bring me my wallet, so I decided to drive back myself. I was nervous because I had no identification with me other than the extra insurance card and car registration I keep in the car. But I got on the highway and stayed in the middle of traffic so I wouldn’t draw attention. The very first thing I did—after giving my daughter and the kids big hugs and kisses—was throw my wallet into my purse. And this time I made sure my aim was accurate.

I kept thinking how grateful I was that I didn’t know the night before that my wallet was missing. I don’t think I would have slept. I know I would have been on the phone canceling credit and debit cards and trying to remember what else was in my wallet. All that came to mind was my medical insurance cards, the card that tells emergency personnel I have a port in my chest, and oh yeah, the chocolate store punch card that gets stamped every time I make a purchase.

But what else was in there? I wasn’t sure. What were the account numbers? What phone numbers would I need if my cards were lost or stolen? I had no idea and probably would have spent the entire night trying to sort it all out.

So I made myself a promise: I would take everything out of my wallet and copy the front and back of each item, so I’d have all the account numbers and phone numbers in one place. Then I’d create a file to keep that information in a safe spot.

All’s well that ends well, and this story certainly did. The reason is simple: honest, caring, trustworthy people found my wallet and made sure it was safe. So, you see, they didn’t “restore” my faith in humanity—they "strengthened" it.

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