There are good people in the world despite what my past experience wants to tell me. Yesterday I dropped my prescription in the parking lot and didn't know I lost it until I got home. I was tearing up the place trying to find it. Then I get a call from the pharmacy saying it had been found and I could return to pick it up again. Phew.

That employee could have decided to sell it on the street (no abuse potential, but dumb kids will buy anything pharmaceutical these days) or just leave it lying around for someone else to find. Instead she did a very nice thing to make sure it got back to its owner. I am so thankful that on the day I happened to have a careless mistake there was someone willing to help. Faith in humanity goes up a notch.