Yesterday I ran into Peterson's Market Place here in Riverton to pick up just a few things. I was hurrying because Gavin really needed to get home and have a nap. I had just returned something at Costco and had cash from that and quickly pulled out a few bills to pay. I NEVER have cash and I am apparently not very careful with it. I walked out of the store and then I heard someone yelling, "Excuse me ma'am." (Yes, I am officially old enough to be called ma'am) There was this nice young boy picking up some money that had fallen out of my back pocket. He informed that I had dropped it (a $20 bill, nonetheless) and gave it back to me. If I wasn't always so poor I would have handed that bill to him and said, "This is for your honesty," but let's face it, I don't have a job that pays me real money (hugs and kisses as payment are much better, thank you, Gav!) I know he received much more that day by being honest than he would have if I had given him the $20. I have no idea what his name even was, but I am glad there are people like him in the world.