Recently I left HEB with my groceries and drove to the gas station. Before I got gas, I reached into my back pocket, and my billfold was gone. Rather frantically, I rushed back to HEB. In less than 15 minutes, someone found my billfold on the parking lot and took it to the HEB office. Was I happy!

The billfold had little money (all of mine) but also my Navy discharge card and Social Security card. This was the good deed of an honest somebody, and I greatly appreciated it. Honest folks.

Sometime back, I stopped at a garage sale on the south side of town. The lady who ran the sale was crying. Earlier that day she accidentally had placed a $100 bill in with $1 bills and had given it to a man in change. He hadn’t returned the woman’s $100 bill after several hours. I certainly hope he did. Dishonest man?

Once before I lost my billfold running through a rain at the gas station. The next day a man from the tire store on U.S. Highway 190 called me and returned my billfold. Honest man. (He reluctantly took a $20 reward for being honest.)

Wayne Brown

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