I found a baby! Or, I saved a baby!

I had already found a cell phone in the Home Depot parking lot in a shopping cart. I called the "missed call," thinking the owner had called the phone trying to find it. I got the owner's daughter and told her I was leaving the phone at the return desk. That I thought was a pretty good Random Act of Kindness for the day.

So fast forward to the finish of the Pebble Beach Golf Tourney on TV and The Captain and I are heading to the gym. He is driving and I am answering texts and just as we pass a stop sign and begin moving forward I look up and HOLY SHIT! there is a baby crossing the street!! I yell, "STOP! A BABY!" and The Captain, who looked to the right did not see the kid who was on the other side of the street coming out from between two parked cars...I opened the door, and the cars in the lane next to us stopped- thinking I was crazy...I ran around the front of our car, and the on coming traffic stopped when they saw me pointing to the kid..the woman turned on her emergencies and when I got up to the kid I asked, "where is your mommy?" He raised his hands for me to pick him up and made whimpering sounds...and I realized he probably didn't speak English..."¿dónde está tu mamá," it took me a few seconds to find those words as I carried him onto the sidewalk. He was too young to answer...maybe 18 months old? SO there I stood, holding this baby, looking around for an adult he belonged with. I was about to go into the yogurt store when I saw a Hispanic woman come out from the alley. She looked at me and I said, "Street," and pointed to where I found him. "OOOOHHHHH!" she said and then her husband appeared from down the street- I supposed they both thought the baby was with the other. I have never taken Spanish, and only know how to ask where something is from joking, "¿dónde está mi pantalones." I have no idea how to say, "I found your baby in the street!"


The Captain, who couldn't stay parked in the road, had pulled into the exit of the church next door to figure out what we were going to do if we didn't find who the baby belonged to. Thankfully that was easy and we were on the way to workout.

Afterwards, we stopped at the market to get steaks for dinner and at the entrance someone had dropped two canisters of Mentos...brand new, sealed and unopened so I returned them to the checkout, because I am sure someone will be back claiming the Mentos did not get put in their grocery bag.

Going to B.A.R.T. (S.F's mini version of a subway,) to pick up Daughter #2 was uneventful...but I do believe I should have stopped to buy a lottery ticket.

*LIVESTRONG*LOVESTRONGER*LAUGH HARDER*IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY IF I FOUND WHAT BELONGED TO YOU*