Taxi Driver Returns Lost Wallet with $1600, Receives Amount 100 Times More Months Later – Story of the Day

A drunken man entered Clement’s taxi when he was about to head home for the night. He drove him to the given address, but the man became difficult for a particular reason and left his wallet behind. When Clement returned it, the owner offered him a shocking reward.

“Come on, sir. You told me this was your address. Here,” Clement told the half-asleep man in his backseat.

“No, no, no. This is not my house… anymore. I can’t go inside,” the man slurred and seemed to pass out. Clement got out of the car and helped the man out too. He was somewhat awake, so Clement got back in his car and drove. But through his rearview mirror, he saw the man crumbling to the ground and lying down on the pavement.

“Oh, man,” he breathed and reversed his car to help the man back inside and drive him to the second address, although it was way past his shift. Clement hoped to be home early, so he and his wife could buy their son, Anthony, his birthday presents. But this man had derailed his night.

He reached the second address and was helping the man out when an older woman came out, “Alex, my dear. Oh, Alex,” she breathed as she paid the cab fare and grabbed the man from Clement. “Thank you so much.”

Clement nodded and left. He would have to shop for his son’s birthday gifts tomorrow.

“I think this soccer ball is better,” Clement’s wife, Martha, said as they browsed through the sporting goods store. They were going to buy Anthony a brand new soccer ball, clothes, and shoes. He had just joined the local school team in New Jersey, and they thought he deserved to have new gear. Their family wasn’t wealthy – strictly blue-collar people – but Clement had been working extra hard these past few months to afford this.

When they exited the store with their purchases, Martha’s phone rang. “It’s Anthony’s school,” she said, frowning at the phone and pulling it to her ear. Suddenly, she gasped and hung up. “Anthony was hurt! We have to go to the hospital!”

They both ran to the parking lot, and Clement was on the verge of breaking a few laws trying to get there quicker.

“Your son has a fracture on his leg. He’s going to need surgery and physical therapy later to recover his full mobility,” the doctor revealed after examining the 11-year-old. “Luckily, he’s young. It’ll be fine, as long as we get that procedure done quickly.”

“Let’s do it,” Martha insisted. Clement nodded, but he was a bit...