It is a rite of passage for a 16 year old to go down to DMV for that coveted driver’s permit. A day filled with excitement and anticipation. Imagine your horror when you go to look for your permit one day and realize it’s not there.

Change scenes. Last week, my husband stopped at the local 7 Eleven for a cup of coffee. As he was walking up to the store, something on the ground caught his attention. Turns out, it was a local girl’s permit.

Having a teenage daughter, Bill understood the difficult position this young lady was in and it bothered him. So, he went back to the office, googled her name and found her phone number. When he called the house and spoke to her mother, she was so very grateful. He put the permit in the mail to return to its owner. It felt good and I could tell how gratifying the experience was for him when he told the story. What goes around comes around.

But a few days later it got even better. Bill received an envelope in the mail. The gift inside was appreciated but unnecessary. It was the card that made the day -- written with genuine gratitude from both mother and daughter.

This isn’t my story. I hijacked it from my husband but it so exemplified our Gotham mantra that I had to re-tell it.