Doing the right thing is its own reward...

Life tested me the other night. When going to pick up pizza, I found a wallet. It had 50 bucks in it. No driver's license, but a high school ID. I'm guessing the kid had to be about 15-16ish. I'm not going to lie, I thought about keeping that money, but then I thought about how I would feel if someone found my wallet and did the same shitty thing. Christ, there was even a bank card, and a separate piece of paper with the kid's account number on it. Well, to cut a long story short, I found myself driving to the police station. I left my name and cell phone number, and low and behold, the kid called to thank me for turning in his wallet.

God, this is so corny, but I really felt good about doing the right thing.

Sometimes, even my faith in humanity can be restored by an act of kindness. I wonder if he felt the same way?

--P