Once upon a time, as i was walking in a park named after a king, i decided to sit at one of the many benches. The view right by the bench was simply breathtaking i felt i could lose myself in it.
Little did i realize that what i lost that day was not myself, thank goodness, but my phone.
Being at a park which was named after a king, i wasn't sure if i could find my lost phone. I mean, somebody was definitely bound to find it but who in their right mind would save a phone left lying on a bench? Even if one were to be in a park named after a queen, one would still not do it. It's just too right.
As the victim of my own forgetfulness, i ran towards regret and blamed myself only a thousand times.So that was it. Losing that phone felt like losing the whole wide world i saved in it, one has no idea.
But being in a park which was named after a king, i should never belittle that last, dust of faith i was about to let go.
For then came Patrick, a man in his running shoes, wearing a saintful smile, handing me back my phone.
And today is the right day for me to think of him, way away in a park named after a king.
Thank you Patrick, for all the calls you made to find me.
Coz you did find me.