I was in college and had approximately $6 in my bank account for the next 2 or 3 days. Walking home from an evening class, I found $20 on the sidewalk. Nobody was around. I couldn’t believe my luck. I could get ground beef, eggs, milk, whatever, I knew I’d be set for two days.
A week later, I lost my phone. I couldn’t afford to replace it. Then a man contacted my mom. He found it.
I hurried to the meeting place, but didn’t expect to see a homeless man there. He had found my phone in some grass. He called “Mom” and spoke to her about returning it. I thanked him and gave him $20 for his help — it wasn’t my $20 to begin with, anyway.