The Missing Wallet
Last week at work, I made my way around the mechanic bays at a car dealership I visit every Tuesday as a corporate chaplain. “How are things, Andrew?” “Not too good, chaplain.” “Wanna talk about it?” He put down his wrench and wiped his hands on a grease rag. “It’s been a string of things lately, but last Saturday was the last straw. I lost my wallet at Zona Rosa Mall. “I must have dropped my wallet out of my…