UP the WAHS!*

It was time to pay for our Easter Holiday accommodation at Taiharuru, Whangarei Heads. Cash was carefully snuggled away in Val’s wallet, along with her bank cards. To our horror the wallet wasn’t in Val’s bag. 
Isn’t it such an hassle when this sort of thing happens! Our lovely friends Bob and Grace offered to pay for us and we would pay them back at a later date so the immediate problem was solved. Time to slow our thinking down…The last time we used cash was in Waipu on Good Friday. It was now the following Tuesday so we resigned to ourselves that the money etc was gone forever. 
Just before we left to go home we got a phone call from the owner/manager of the Waipu Four Square Supermarket and I immediately recognised his name. Steve Price, due to him being the ex captain of the New Zealand Warriors Rugby League team. He told Val that a young employee had picked up the wallet outside his store on Good Friday (A very Good Friday!). 
Such an honest, thoughtful young man and a credit to his family and employer. 
We arrived in the store and looked for the owner. It didn’t take long as he towered over everyone. This genial giant vigorously shook our hands and handed the wallet over. We asked him to pass our grateful thanks on to the staff member who wasn’t working in the store on the day we turned up.

*UP the WAHS! is now a popular sports catchphrase in New Zealand. It means, ‘Go the Warriors’ or ‘Support the Warriors’.


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