About 20 years ago, I found a very expensive platinum, diamond, and sapphire “tennis bracelet” while shopping. I picked it up, examined it, and put it in my pocket. It had to be worth thousands of dollars. What to do? I really wanted to keep it. I could sell it and use the money. I knew, however, that someone was likely completely devastated by losing this valuable item. I went home and then called the store and left my full name and my telephone number in case the owner came to them. About a week after, I got a phone message from a young woman who described it, so I gave it to her. That’s the end of the story. No regrets, no reward (I didn’t really care, although it would have been nice) and that was the end of it…or so I thought!
Fast forward to about 10 years later. I’m working out, lifting weights in my local gym. I’m talking to a man named “Sam,” a super nice guy who was a former secret service agent. He asked me what I did for a living. I told him my name and that I was a trial lawyer handling accident, injury, and malpractice cases. He suddenly looks straight into my face with a look of shock and surprise. “Did you find and return a tennis bracelet about 10 years ago?” Whhaaaat? You have got to be kidding me, I thought. “Yes,” I replied. “That was my daughter whose bracelet you returned!” Wow! Instant friends. Instant respect. Instant “street cred.” Amazing, true story! © Daniel Buttafuoco / Quora