A letter of appreciation: A special cane is returned to its owner
By Diane Fischer
In these days of turmoil, distrust, crime, and economy issues, there are still those events that come up where you know there really is good in the world, especially in this quaint Marshfield town in which I grew up.
I was attending and enjoying the Hub City Days music on Central Avenue that Saturday night and had used one of the satellites, and when I came out I forgot my walking cane. When I returned two minutes later, it was gone.
Now you see, to most people this would not have much significance, but it was a unique wooden cane, not only because of the way it looked but because it belonged to my beloved husband, who passed away two years ago. Now I had been using the cane since my March knee replacement.
I was distraught, and my brother and friends I was with immediately went into action to talk with police officers and others there who were watching for it through the evening. Nonetheless, I really thought it was gone forever.
After many tears and prayers, a miracle happened. When I came home one day about two weeks later, there was a computer copy with a photo of my special cane on it and a note on the bottom that said if this is the cane in question, please notify me and for me to call the Marshfield police Department. I got on the phone right away, and my precious cane was returned to me. It was a day I will never forget.
To whoever you are that did return my cane, God bless you and everyone involved.