On Monday, March 9, I realised that I had lost my address book containing my driver's licence and credit card when my bank called to enquire about the latter.

A clerk at a popular store had called the bank enquiring about the card, and, in turn, an officer of the bank conferenced a call among the three of us.

Having established that I was the legitimate owner of the card and that I was not the one trying to 'buy out the store', the bank promptly decided to block the card.

However, there remained the question as to what to do with the imposter(s), as the clerk was anxious that the card 'owners' may become violent on learning that their ruse had failed.

Eventually, a joint decision was taken as to how to peacefully deal with the matter, in that respect.

Be that as it may, I promptly reported my driver's licence missing, obtained a temporary permit and was told to return in seven days for the replacement - at a cost.

Making a delivery

After about 10 days, I had not gone for the replacement. However, at about 8 a.m. on Saturday, May 21, a vehicle drove into my apartment complex. The driver promptly asked my wife, who was with me in the parking lot, if she knew someone at our apartment number.

Being a naturally cautious person, my wife started to question him in detail about his business with the occupants of the particular apartment.

All this while, I was in the background observing the situation and wondering if, when and how I should intervene.

Suddenly, the gentleman looked at me, paused a moment and exclaimed, 'You are the one!'

He then immediately produced my driver's licence, which he had found and had gone out of his way to return to me.

For this, I am eternally grateful to Howard Lawrence. As for the other 'finders', I trust that they will one day see the light.

Indeed, for Jamaica to progress, we need more Mr. Lawrences and fewer, if any, of the other type of finders.

I am, etc.,

Eberle Dawes

Kingston