Good Deeds

Friday 26 July 2002

Every so often, something happens that rejuvenates my faith in the human race in general. Even more rarely, it's something that I do myself. Last week, while walking to the parking lot on the way out of work, I found a wallet on the grass. Aside from the credit cards, it contained almost $500 in cash. I was late to my second job because I took it to the police station to turn it in, then found the owner's email address (he's a student here) and emailed him. He recovered it about two hours later and hopefully didn't have to cancel his credit cards and all that unpleasantness. He sent me a reply thanking me profusely for my honesty and also my extra effort to get the wallet back to him faster.

Ten years ago, I might have taken all the money.

Hope springs eternal.