How come I can't loose my wallet?

How come I can't loose my wallet?
I had a kind of rough partying and festivalling period in life some years ago. It happened that as the result of this too much partying and lake of sleep I was excausted and therefor chaotic and not focussed.
I loved big trance raves with every one on ecstasy climbing to exstatic hights on the beats of pumping trance music. I felt a lot of beautiful true awakenings during these big raves but hours and hours and hours of dancing are exhausting also.
I worked during the week and after 3 days of raving it happened that I went of the festival beats strait onto my work mondaymornings.
It made me a bit chaotic sometimes, very not concentrated. And this resulted in the fact that I lost my wallet or a hole bag several times.
The first time was when I had a picknick appointment with a friend. We were picknicking in the wonderfull surrounding nature, when my mobile rang and a man that told me that somebody just had brought in my wallet at the service station were an hour before I took petrol. Very happy ofcourse and surprised by the fact that I didn't even know I had lost it.
A second time I came from work, was cooking a meal, it was summer and the kitchendoor leading to a balcony was open. I lived on the first floor. Suddenly a man stood beneath waving with something and just above the cooking noises I heard "Is this yours?" I looked for a split second while being a bit in a hurry because I expected a friend and was late already. and I responded to the man with no for I didn't mis anything I thought . A minute after the man down stairs had waved with this something. Suddenly in my memory I recognised it as my wallet. Ran downstaris and in time to find the man on the corner of the street, who handed me over my wallet. I didn't know the man and I don't know where he'd found it.
Then a next time without me being aware I lost my wallet the police rang. If I was madam so and so. Yes I was. Somebody had delivered my found wallet. The police must have gone through the wallet to find my phone number and surprisingly as I came on the police office to get it, there was still the money, an amount of weed and halve a ecstasy pill inside the wallet.
Than I forgot a hole bag at the trainstation. To necked of partying no sleeping and a day work. I felt very stupid doing this. Being so inresponsable. I tried to ring my mobile phone that was in the bag I left on the station. Trying to numb this feeling I opened up a bottle of wine and started drinking. An hour later someone rang my landline to say that he had found a abandoned bag... The man lived 10 min awat from my house..

In the street were I lived this time there was a young guy living other side of me. I kwew he used cocaine a shame the image of this young boy that maybe soon will be addicted enough to disturb others lifes by steeling from them. Just to get to know one another a little bit being new neighbours I had asked this young man to come over for a drink. The impression that he gave me was that he was a little frustrated and insecure. He told me that he was been adopted from Brasil. I felt it was good to talk about this with him. To ask someone like this guy a little about their life can do good for people being adopted a lot of the time suffer for being abandoned by their parents for their for they can feel worthless by being given away. We looked together on a map of Brasil where about he came from. Because I had two Atlasses I thought of giving one to him for I knew for sure he didn't have one and maybe he would show he's friends were he was born. It felt good to give this present to the guy.
When he left I was preparing my stuff to take with me to work the next morning. The banking card that was on the table earlier the same evening wasn't there anymore. I really needed it and immediately suspected the neighbour guy of steeling it. I rang him, he didn't he said.
I felt frustrated and opened up a bottle of wine and drank untill I dropped drunk in bed. At 5 in the morning my door bel rang. With a hangover i stumbeled to the front door where I found the Rico the guy. He handed me out my bankingcard and said was very sorry he'd stolen it.
That is so amazing. If I would have stolen this card abd regreted it I would have thrown it away. No way I would have had the guts to return personally, excuse and hand out. There was so much hope in this act of this thief guy, and I had back my banking card!!

This all happened quit some years ago and it always made me more attention at my stuff. It happened so often and always with a happy end but this wouldn't last forever I had to get more carefull which I did and it worked. I didn't loose any bag stuff in years.

Until yesterday when I went to see a band playing in a small village centre in the middle of the Pyrenees. The ambiance is very peacefull and organic. I left my bag at the bar at the feet of friends and other band listeners. Than I got on the dance floor and went all over the place to chat with friends.
I wanted something from my bag and found out that it wasn't anymore on the place at the bar were I'd left it. The bag was gone. Telephone, money, camera, my sweet leather jacket that I wear for 22 years, car keys... No where to be found. In brief time I had people helping me to look with me for the bag.. no where to be found though. More then an hour past and I gave up. Somebody took it I was convinced.
The woman that organised the band evening suggested me that she would anounce the lost bag via the stage microphone. In the meanwhile I went looking outside in bins and corners.

Back in the bar again I asked at the bar for the 5th time if somebody had found the bag, no one did. Someone suggested, the reason didn't seem clear, to ask it the guy in the dark corner. While he was hanging over his glass of beer I tried my voice to overrule the loud music and to ask him about the bag. Without looking at me I thought I heard him say my bag was in his car. Because of the loud music I thought I didn't get it and thought that it was more a kinda wishfull hearing. It was strange that the man didn't look me in the eyes. I asked again and yes my bag was in his car. He didn't move and started talking with a friend. I was a little impatient and when again asking him if we could go and get it form his car, slowly he reacted. We walked to his car and from under a jacket in the back of the car he took out my bag. He promised me he'd even not been looking at what was inside. He'd said he wasn't going to steel it for it was not after death that we get judged but during life there is on eye in us he claimed. I was very happy to have my bag back of course.
A mystery still that this man took the bag to his car instead of handing it over as being found to the people working in the bar..

I can't seem to loose my wallet, a bank card or a hole bag with it. Not even when it is stolen.
Man do I trust.

Namaste