My friend Justo and I found a wallet on the floor with 25 euros inside, which would allow us to afford the clothes we wanted. However, I insisted we return the wallet to its owner, Charles Davies, based on the ID inside. When we went to Charles' address, he explained the wallet actually belonged to his deceased brother, and was Charles' only memento of him. Charles was so grateful that we tried to return the wallet that he rewarded us with 100 euros for our honesty.
My friend Justo and I found a wallet on the floor with 25 euros inside, which would allow us to afford the clothes we wanted. However, I insisted we return the wallet to its owner, Charles Davies, based on the ID inside. When we went to Charles' address, he explained the wallet actually belonged to his deceased brother, and was Charles' only memento of him. Charles was so grateful that we tried to return the wallet that he rewarded us with 100 euros for our honesty.
My friend Justo and I found a wallet on the floor with 25 euros inside, which would allow us to afford the clothes we wanted. However, I insisted we return the wallet to its owner, Charles Davies, based on the ID inside. When we went to Charles' address, he explained the wallet actually belonged to his deceased brother, and was Charles' only memento of him. Charles was so grateful that we tried to return the wallet that he rewarded us with 100 euros for our honesty.
My friend, Justo, and I wanted to buy new clothes for de
Summer season. The only problem was that we had a budget of fifty euros, and the clothes we wanted cost, in total, 75 euros. We were desperate because we could not afford paying it, just when we realized that there was a purse on the floor. Justo took it and… it had 25 euros inside! We couldn’t believe it. Well, actually there were 25 euros and a ID of a person called ‘Charles Davies’. Justo was happy about finding the money because we had 75 euros now, but I thought the best idea was to return the wallet to its owner; Charles Davies. After some minutes of discussion, we went to the ID adress. We knocked the door. There he was. I told him that we had found a purse, and that maybe it was his. It wasn’t. Apparently it was his brother’s. He died in the war, and that wallet was the only memory he had about him. Because of that, he told us we could keep the money, and because we brought the purse to him, he gave us 100 euros as a way of thanking us for what we did. That’s why honesty is always the best policy.