Doing my bungy jump three months ago, I met a young woman named Lara. Lara had her father’s high-speed camera and took a multitude of action shots, which she promised to email me afterwards. When I didn’t hear from her, I presumed she’d lost my address.
It seems she had, but she must’ve remembered my workplace from our conversation. She looked it up and went to our head office, who redirected her to where I work. I was out at lunch when she arrived, but she left a CD with about 50 photos for me. Unfortunately she didn’t leave any contact details, so I was unable to thank her in person. But I’m very grateful for the thoughtfulness of someone who’d go to such trouble for a total stranger.