I found a ziplock bag full of cash on the road—looked like someone’s rent money. If you know who it belongs to, please reach out.
It reminded me of a moment months back. My wife spotted a lost wallet on the Reed Market overpass and insisted I grab it. Inside: $400 and a driver’s license. We tracked the owner down through Facebook. Turns out, one of them had just relapsed with cancer—the money was for a critical appointment.
I returned it. They were overwhelmed with gratitude. They offered $20 as thanks, but honestly? What I got was worth far more. No guilt, no regret—just the quiet strength of doing the right thing.
Too many visitors have had valuables stolen at these parks—including my friend who lost her purse, phone, and car keys. So I came up with simple, effective ways to fight back and protect what’s mine.
