Back in late January of 1987, I was making preparations for a two week vacation down in the Florida Keys. The Saturday before the trip, I woke up early (as I was working a night shift at the time, I considered "early" to be anytime prior to 11 AM), and made my way to the bank to deposit my check, and pay off all my utility bills for the upcoming month.
When I got to the bank, I reached into my jacket pocket, and my wallet was gone! $300 in cash, $1,000 in paychecks, all my credit cards, driver's license, social security card, my company ID card, everything. It was a freaking disaster! Needless to say, I was quite upset.
Two days later, I received a call from a NY-NJ Port Authority Police officer. It seems that a cousin of his had found my wallet laying on the sidewalk (this was in Newark, NJ of all places), and turned it over to him. When I finally met up with said officer, I was pleasantly surprised to find everything intact! I tried to give him a reward on his cousin's behalf, but he would not accept it, claiming that his cousin was just that way.