The milk of human kindness

Hello again my faithful diary.I havent been on because of the dreaded bug, yes, still!
Here I am now. You know when things havent gone well, everything seems to be conspiring against you? Heres a little example of how we all touch peoples lives without realising it and small deeds of kindness lift your spirits.
Chris, the eldest, phoned me from Paddington station last Tuesday to tell me his wallet had been stolen while he was in a pub near college.He always phones home, I think its just to get some sympathy and advice, not that there was much I could do other than make some calls for him.He was pretty down as you may imagine .Although if the thieving ******** were expecting cash they picked the wrong guy! Hes always broke.
It did contain his bank and credit cards as well as gym membership , driving license . insurance documants. Anyway, cut to the chase.Everything was cancelled, he didnt starve and he got his car filled so it wasnt that bad.On Saturday, his documents arrived in the post, just the cards and papers, no wallet.A letter accompanied them....
"Dear Chris
I send you your cards back.I am sure you will be glad to get your cards.I found them where I work.I work at London Lite near Victoria bus station.I would like to be your friend if you are interested.If you are not I would not waste your valuable time. Please ring this number......
Razad Hasan"
Chris phoned the number, was greeted with "A salaam walecum" and thanked the guy profusely. He is going to meet him in London to give him a reward, unsolicited I might add.

It just touched me.This bloke is a newspaper vendor, doesnt have much money, doesnt speak
English too well, and goes to the bother of sending this back to Chris.
There really wasnt anything in it for him other than a good deed.
The web of life.
Walecum Salaam my friend Razad.Peace be upon you.