I did something similar to this some 10 years ago, but with a slightly different ending.
I happened to bump my foot into something very hard while crossing the road to a bus-stop. That hard object that hurt my foot was in fact a mobile phone. At that time, somebody possessing a mobile phone in Mauritius (the country in which I live) was not ordinary. I simply lifted the phone, brushed the dirt off it and remitted it to the owner of the shop found next to the bus-stop and forgot about the story.
Some weeks ago, my dad came up to me and asked me if I had picked up someone's phone. I wondered why such question. He told me that he remembered that the shop owner who had just died wanted to transm...

I did something similar to this some 10 years ago, but with a slightly different ending.
I happened to bump my foot into something very hard while crossing the road to a bus-stop. That hard object that hurt my foot was in fact a mobile phone. At that time, somebody possessing a mobile phone in Mauritius (the country in which I live) was not ordinary. I simply lifted the phone, brushed the dirt off it and remitted it to the owner of the shop found next to the bus-stop and forgot about the story.
Some weeks ago, my dad came up to me and asked me if I had picked up someone's phone. I wondered why such question. He told me that he remembered that the shop owner who had just died wanted to transmit a thank-you from the owner of a mobile phone, and that had happened some years ago. And the shop owner said that the owner of the mobile was a Mr X.
Mr X is now a renowned jockey. But, while working on a survey when I was in my late teens, the guy rudely put me out of his house when I happened to knock at his door. But that did not make me bitter: am more enthusiastic about helping others anonymously.