A Minnesota man was on his way back from the bank a couple weeks ago when he lost $1,100.
Now, I feel day-ruining depressed if I lose $20, let alone $1,100. I can’t imagine how our hero felt in the wake of his loss. I’m not saying that Legendary Pictures should adapt this story into a movie, but I’m not saying they shouldn’t, either. Because this epic tale of loss and reuniting doesn’t end there.
On September 26th, an anonymous letter arrived at the police department:
“What could it be?” The whispers snaked through the group of onlooking police officers.
“Anthrax?” suggested Officer Brookbank.
“Uh, this isn’t 2001,” retorted Officer Davies, and the two shared a jovial moment. Oh, those guys….
Lo and behold, within the envelope was our beloved hero’s missing money! Kinda.
Rather than the full $1,100, there was $900 and a note. What did the note say? “I really needed $200.” Honest thievery is hard to come by these days, and I for one completely empathize with the desire to trim a little off the top. The simple, unassuming note does not convey evil. It conveys, like, bro, I needed some cash, step off me.
If it were me, I would most likely return the $1,100 in full, but I’ve also never been in a place where I needed such a specific amount of money. I’ve needed thousands of dollars, and I’ve needed $5 for lunch, but I’ve never needed $200. So rather than judge this anonymous thief, I extend my kudos. Take my kudos, sir. I am offering you all my kudos.
Let’s talk: If you found $1,100 and needed $200, would you bother returning the remainder?
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