One Christmas when I was flying home I had a layover in St. Louis. Somehow I dropped my passport and wallet full of cash in the airport. I didn't realize it until my plane departed, and cynically assumed whoever found it would keep it. Well, boy was I wrong! The next day I got a call from a black gentleman by the name of Michael Brown.
He found my passport and wallet in the airport and wanted to return it to me. I told him he could mail it to me, but he would have none of that. Michael insisted that he drive his grandmama's Buick Regal to my house to hand-deliver my wallet. I was stunned, and the next day sure enough Michael pulled up in front of my house.
He returned my things and there was not a single dollar missing from my wallet. I thanked him and tried to give him $100 for his efforts, but he refused. He told me he was just a good, God-fearing Christian doing what the Lord would have wanted. Michael got in the Regal and disappeared into the night, and I never saw him again.