Today, I went to a laundry to have my suit and necktie cleaned.
On the way to the laundry, I lost my wallet :(
I searched between my house and the laundry for about 30 minutes, in vain.
Then I went to Koban (Small police station) feeling depressed.
Inside the Koban, there was a middle age lady inside.
Feeling even more down because I thought I would have to wait for my turn, I entered the Koban.
As soon as I entered the Koban, I noticed there was something familiar on the table - my wallet.
I was so thankful that I thought of paying remuneration to her.
She refused when the police man mentioned it, and she went away.
I couldn't thank her enough at that time, so let me say "Thank you" here on my blog.
I have had the same kind of experiences.
When I was on the way to take a TOEFL test (Extremely expensive test), I lost my wallet and found it at a Koban. It included ID cards which were necessary to take TOEFL exam, so I owe a lot to the young rider who kindly submitted my wallet.
I have some other experiences in which I was able to get back my belongings thanks to the kindness of people.
Thanks a lot. I've been trying, and I will continue trying to contribute to this society full of conscience as long as I shall live.
Let me ask you a question.
If it's an impolite question, please just ignore.
In this kind of situation, who would you thank God or the person who helped you?
Is one side more significant than the other?
I wonder if the term "Koban" is understood by anyone in the Japanese society because so many pictures of the kind of police stations have "Koban" written on the front wall, or is it acknowledged even by people abroad?