On Saturday we were at a park eating lunch and I found a super nice Blackberry (see picture to the right) just sitting on the park bench.
What to do!
Should I keep it?
Take it home?
Try to find the owner?
All of a sudden I kind of felt quilty that I was even holding something so valuable that didn’t belong to me. I had to look over my shoulder to see if maybe it was planted there to trick me – to see what I would do with it. Was I on TV?
Well, after a little while my husband and I agreed that I would look through the phone to see if there was contact information. I found the owner’s name and address. I dialed the phone number was in his address book labeled, Work. A lady answered the phone and I asked for the person who’s name was on the phone. She handed her phone to him and I asked if he owned a Blackberry. He said he did and I told him where we were. Within 15 minutes he showed up and claimed it.
It made me feel good that I gave it back to it’s rightful owner. It would have also felt good to have a new Blackberry in my pocket but I decided against that. Can you just see the little Satan on one shoulder and the Angel on the other telling me – Keep It! – No, Give it Back! – No, you know you want to keep it! and on and on.
So, what would you do?