Riding home from work, I was passing by the Gonzaga campus when I saw a wallet lying in the street. I took it to a nearby C.O.P.S. shop but it was closed. Any other day there are three police cars parked outside it. So I rifled through the wallet to see who it belonged to.
Inside were the owner's drivers license, social security card, and a number of important documents and cards. I learned he lived about a block away from my mom so I rode to his house. He wasn't home so I left my name and number. He called me later on in the evening and I delivered his wallet to him. He was very grateful and apologized for not being able to afford a reward. Not that I would accept one anyway.