I went for a walk this morning in Pine Villa, through Hunter's Glen and Kiwanis Park, then back home. On the way, I saw these beautiful dark purple hydrangea flowers, so stooped to take photos. Two blocks later when I went to check my step progress, I noticed that my Fitbit was not on my wrist.
I walked on home and searched the house, thinking I may have forgotten to put my Fitbit on before my walk. No Fitbit. So I figured I'd have to retrace my steps. But I was already tired from my walk.
I decided to slowly drive my route, watching the road with hopes that I might spy my Fitbit. I was afraid it was a fool's errand because my device has a dark wristband and wouldn't be easily seen from the road. I figured the most likely place for it to fall off was where I'd taken my camera out of my pocket. So I stopped there, got out of the car, and searched.
No Fitbit.
I sadly returned to my car, knowing I was out at least 100 bucks. I started driving again, and on the other side of the driveway from the flowers, there was my Fitbit on the curb! I know someone had to have placed it there because the wristband was closed and the placement appeared deliberate.
I want to thank the kind soul who picked up my Fitbit and placed it on the curb. You're the best. We live in a town where most people are kind to one another. It shows up in these simple ways.
