While there’s no good place to lose your wallet, downtown Honolulu just might be the one of worst. That’s exactly what I did Thursday afternoon on my way to the gym. I cancelled my planned workout, back-tracked my steps through downtown and finally walked to the Mauna Kea Police Sub-Station across the street from the homeless cafe.
I was already making a mental list of things in my wallet; credit cards, drivers license and Social Security card. The guy in front of me was detailing the fight he was just in when my cell phone rang. An unfamiliar voice said, “Is this Ron Martin?” I excitedly said, “Yes.” My excitement rose even further when the voice said, “This is the security desk at 1000 Bishop, and I have this wallet with your business cards in it.”
My feeling of agony turned instantly into one of ecstasy when I arrived at the security desk, met Kalyn Castro, inspected the inside of my wallet and found everything in tact. I reached into my pocket to give Kalyn a reward, but he wouldn’t hear of it. I said, “How about a signed book?” and he lit up like a Christmas tree. I walked right home, got him a book and took it back to him. We talked for a long time about honesty and success. I have made a new friend. His parting comment was, “Just think Mr. Martin, if you hadn’t have lost your wallet I probably never would have met you.” Pretty Cool Ending!