The other day I saw a guy without a shirt carrying an ax on Nevada. Months
ago my neighbor screamed obscenities and smashed his meth pipe in the
street. It can be difficult to remain positive about humanity at times, but
then you found my keys and ID in Friendship Park, called Crime Check and
asked around if someone was missing keys. Hours later when I frantically
ran back to the park and was told that the woman in the pink shirt had
found some keys, you confirmed my identity. Thank you for the happy tears!
May blessings fall from above.