I walked up to the grocery store to deposit a check in the bank ATM. On the way home I saw a membership card for a fraternal organization on the side of the road. I picked it up and saw another card. A couple of minutes later I had gathered a man's wallet, his driver's license, a couple of charge/debit cards, a little money, and extra 'stuff'. I determined from the license the man lived around the corner from me. I figured the safest thing to do would be to backtrack a quarter mile to turn it in at the police office. There I asked for a piece of paper then wrote a note to the man telling him where to find his things. Walked back past my condo and to his townhouse. He wasn't home, but his neighbor said that instead of me putting the note in the mailbox she would tape it to the door.
Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product. Eleanor Roosevelt