Describe a time when you found something that belonged to someone else

I'd like to talk about the time I found a wallet on the pavement near my university, about a year and a half ago. I was walking to a lecture early in the morning, and I noticed something dark and leather lying next to a bin. I picked it up and opened it to see if there was any way of finding the owner.

Inside, there were some banknotes, a couple of bank cards and a student card with the name of a girl from the faculty of law, but no phone number. I thought about what to do for a moment. I was already a little late, and I could have just taken it to the university security office. However, I worried that the girl might not look for it there, so I decided to try to find her myself.

After my lecture, I asked a few friends if they knew her, and one of them recognised the name and gave me her social media profile. I sent her a message explaining that I had her wallet. Within minutes she replied, and we arranged to meet in the cafeteria at lunchtime.

When I handed it over, she was almost in tears. She said that she'd spent the entire morning searching for it, and that the wallet contained her whole month's allowance. She insisted on buying me a coffee and a sandwich.

I felt very happy, and a bit proud as well. It wasn't a big thing, but I knew how stressful it must have been for her. It reminded me that doing the right thing often costs very little, but can mean a lot to another person.