On Saturday, I found a wallet at the farmer's market. After speaking to its owner on the phone and arranging its return to her, I felt like the two of us were friends. I wonder, is there some young friend missing his seashell and coin? Were they left by accident?
Sometimes I wonder about the recipients of guerrilla goodness. Does finding a note bring happiness to them? Did somebody leave these here for us to find, imagining the surprised smile on the face of the finder?