After my husband, Steven, arrived in Sydney on his own from India, he stayed in a hotel for a short time while1 a house for me and our children.
During the first week of his2, he went out one day to do some shopping. He came back in the late afternoon to3 that his suitcase was gone. He was extremely worried4 the suitcase had all his important papers, 5 his passport.
He reported the6 to the police and then sat there, 7 and lonely in a strange city, thinking of the terrible troubles of8 all the paperwork organized again from a9 country while trying to10 in a new one.
Late in the evening, the phone rang. It was a stranger. He was trying to11 my husband's name and was asking him a lot of questions. Then he said they had found a pile of papers in their trash can(垃圾桶)that had been left out on the12.
My husband rushed to their home to find a kind family13 all his papers and documents. Their young daughter had gone to the trash can and found a pile of14 papers. Her parents had carefully15 them out, although they had found mainly foreign16 on most of the documents. At last they had seen a half-written letter in the pile in which my husband had given his new17 number to a friend.
That family not only returned the important documents to us that day but also18 our faith and19in people. We still remember their20 and often send them a warm wish.
