In response to my post about the little girl who mistakenly took one of my books without paying for it and her honest mother, a friend named Jan included a story in a comment about an honor payment honey money jar that sometimes disappeared but was always returned. Her story touched and reminded me of other incidents at the book fair:
In two separate instances, when a child wanted one of my books their parent realized they could only pay by credit card. This weekend I only had the ability to accept cash, check, or PayPal and neither parent could remember their PayPal password. I couldn’t deprive their child of my book so said they could take it and pay me when they got home. I received both payments the same day.
It didn’t restore my faith in humanity. I’d never lost it.
With Love,
Russ
