An honest taxi driver

Jeremy and I were in Hama, Syria the other night with my little brother, dad, mom, mom’s friend, friend, and friend’s friend. The eight of us formed an unwieldy group for getting transportation around the town; to get to a restaurant for dinner, we ended up splitting into two groups of four and traveling in separate taxis. There was a bit of confusion involved in flagging down two taxis and coordinating who would go in each one, then telling one taxi to try to follow the other.

The taxi that I was in got to the restaurant without a problem, but Jeremy’s taxi got lost and took another minute or two to show up. They piled out of the small car and came in to start ordering some food (we were exhausted and famished after a day of traveling). About forty-five minutes into the meal, Jeremy looked through the restaurant’s front windows and noticed the same taxi pulling back up to the restaurant. Immediately, he asked, “Did someone leave something in the taxi?” Then, he realized that yes, someone had forgotten something, and it was he! Our two cameras – a video camera and a digital camera, each worth about $400, were in a bag that Jeremy had left on the seat of the car.

Jeremy ran out to meet the driver, who handed over the forgotten cameras. He offered him money for returning them, but the taxi driver refused. We were so relieved and so grateful. A friend of ours left his video camera in a taxi in Beirut, Lebanon earlier this year, and hasn’t seen it since. All of his Syrian friends chided him, saying, “If you lost it in Beirut, it’s gone forever. You should have lost it in Syria – then someone would have returned it!” As we saw, this turned out to be very true.

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