As a teenager, I was thrilled about getting my driver’s license. I had saved diligently to pay for my driving lessons. One day, while heading to the driving school, I took the city bus. As I prepared to get off at my stop, I noticed my purse was open—and my wallet was gone. My documents, checkbook, debit card, and cash had been stolen. I had been pickpocketed!

 

Reeling from the shock, I prayed, recalling that thieves often take the cash and discard the rest. I walked toward the driving school, scanning the sidewalk for my documents. When I arrived, still shaken, I explained the situation to the office staff. They let me use their phone (this was before cell phones). My parents weren’t home, so I told my sister what happened, canceled my lesson, and waited to reach my dad for a ride. I also called the bank to cancel my debit card and checkbook.

 

As I waited, a man entered the office and called my name. I confirmed it was me, and to my amazement, he held my ID, debit card, and checkbook. He explained that he found them on top of a trash can near the mall across the street. Unable to read my name, he noticed my phone number on the checks and called my house from a payphone. My sister told him what happened and directed him to the driving school. It felt like a miracle!

 

My debit card was slightly bent—the thief had tried using it at the mall’s ATM, but it didn’t work. My checkbook was intact, though my hard-earned cash was gone. My heart was full of gratitude, and my faith in the power of specific prayers and the Savior’s love for me was strengthened.