When you visit someone in the hospital, it can be kind of stressful. My husband, Alan is being treated for several broken bones after flying over his bicycle's handle-bars when it broke. Visiting him gets me emotional!
But it made me feel so good later that night when TWICE I spotted a purse left behind. One was on a car in the hospital's parking lot, the other was left in my favorite Santa Teresa Chinese restaurant minutes later. Everyone involved made sure the owners were reunited with their belongings! Doesn't that make you feel great about humanity?