Last night while crossing Tower Bridge on my way home, a cyclist went past Southbound and there was a soft clatter in the roadway as he did so. His keys had fallen out of his pocket. As he was going at quite a pace, by the time I had managed to dart into the road, pick them up and run after him, he was long gone.
Arriving home with the keys, I resolved to try and trace the owner with the information on the keys and then hand them in with as much info as I could to the police station I pass every morning on the way to work. Finding little on the keys to indicate who they belonged to, I settled for e-mailing the company who had cut one of the security keys on the bunch in the hope they maintained an owners registry.
Taking the keys with me the next morning in order that I could act on anything the locksmith company told me or indeed hand them in if they failed to turn up anything, I set off for work.
As I was crossing Tower Bridge I saw a cyclist who had parked on the pavement in order to take a photo of the beautiful hazy sunrise to the East. Passing him I noticed a striking familiarity in the motif and colour of the back of his jacket. “It can’t be!?” I exclaimed to myself! Walking up to the chap I just came out with it, “Sorry to bother you, but you wouldn’t happen to have lost a set of keys cycling over Tower Bridge last night would you?” and lo and behold, it was the same man! To say that incredulity and gratitude all rolled into one was writ upon his countenance would be an understatement – neither of us could quite believe the chance encounter that had so swiftly re-united him with his lost property!
It just goes to show, no matter how hopeless a situation feels or improbable a solution to it may be, never give up hope!