A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... I moved to the Bay Area from Lake Tahoe. It was the second or third day of my new job, and I had to bring in my p

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... I moved to the Bay Area from Lake Tahoe. It was the second or third day of my new job, and I had to bring in my paperwork for human resources. Took BART downtown from the East Bay, then rode my bike to the office. I must have missed a zipper in my backpack, and my wallet (along with my social security card, credit cards, and some cash) decided to bail out somewhere downtown. I didn't realize it right away, but rather that night when I actually needed to get everything to HR. I immediately called to get my cards turned off, but was pretty worried having my social security card and drivers license out in the wild. I was able to plead my case with an AC Transit bus driver, get a free ride back to the East Bay, and planned on drinking one of the few beers I had in my fridge. Some point during that beer, there was a knock on the door. The person on the other side was from the south bay, had a meeting in the city, and had my wallet in hand. He took the time to go well out of his way to return my identity. Only thing he asked for? Pass it on. So happy to hear another story like this.