I used to work as a Front End Manager at a big box hardware store, and one day one of my carry outs comes walking in from the parking lot with a wallet full of cash. He tells me he found it in the lot, and didn’t want to put it in the lost and found, as anyone has access to that. So I locked it in the cash room and thanked him. No more than 10 minutes later a customer comes to the desk asking if anyone had turned in a wallet. I checked the ID, and sure enough it was his. He was very grateful, and asked who had turned it in. I told him it was one of the carry out kids, and he asked me to call him up to the desk. I did, and the kid comes walking up, and the guy thanked him, but the part that made this so memorable, is he asked the carry out his name, and started crying as soon as he answered. The carry outs name was Ian, which the guy told us was his sons name, who had passed away not too long ago. The guy offered a reward, which store policy said wasn’t allowed, but I eagerly walked away and mentioned not hearing anything about it.