A struggling handyman was walking home one evening when he spotted a leather wallet lying near the curb.
Inside, he found $7,000 in cash, neatly stacked. No ID, no cards—just money.
A few days later, he came across a flyer posted on a nearby shop window: “Lost Wallet – $500 Reward. Please return. No questions asked.”
It had a phone number and a name — a local businessman known for his wealth and, frankly, his arrogance.
Honest to the core, the man called the number, met the owner, and handed over the wallet.
The businessman flipped through the bills, paused, and narrowed his eyes.
“This isn’t right,” he said coldly. “There was $7,500 in here. You must’ve helped yourself to the reward.”
“Sir, I didn’t take a penny,” the man replied, offended.
“Then you returned it short,” the businessman snapped. “You’re no hero. You’re a thief.”
They ended up in court.
The poor man told his side of the story first — how he found the wallet exactly as it was and chose to do the right thing.
Then the businessman stood and ended his speech with smug confidence: “Your Honor, I trust that a man like you will believe someone like me.”
The judge nodded. “Of course I do.”
The businessman smirked. The poor man’s heart sank.
But then the judge reached over, took the wallet, and handed it back to the poor man.
“Your Honor! What are you doing?” the businessman protested.
The judge looked him in the eye and said calmly, “You are an honest man, correct? And you say your wallet had $7,500 in it?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Well, this wallet only has $7,000. So clearly, it’s not yours.”
The courtroom went silent.
“If this man,” the judge continued, pointing to the poor man, “were a thief, he never would’ve returned it at all. Which means the real owner may still be out there. Until someone comes forward with proof, this wallet stays with the man who turned it in.”
“And what about my money?” the businessman cried.
The judge shrugged. “We’ll just have to wait until someone finds your wallet.”
A Wise Old Gentleman Purchased A Modest Home.
A wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest house near a junior high school.
He spent the first weeks of his retirement in peace and satisfaction.
Then a new school year began …
The very next afternoon, three boys, full of youthful after-school enthusiasm, came down his street, beating merrily on every trash can they encountered.
The crash of the drums continued day by day until the wise old man finally decided it was time to do something.
The next afternoon, he went out to meet the young percussionists as they banged their way down the street.
Stopping them, he said.
“You kids are a lot of fun. I like to see the way you express your exuberance. In fact, I used to do the same when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I’ll give you each a dollar if you will promise to come every day and do your thing. ”
The kids loved it and continued to do the hard work on the trash cans.
After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad smile on his face.
“This recession’s really putting a big dent in my income.” He told them.
“From now on, I’ll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans.”
The noisemakers were clearly unhappy, but they accepted his offer and continued their job.
A few days later, the wily retiree approached them again as they drummed their way down the street.
“Look,” he said. “I haven’t received my Social Security check yet, so I’m not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?”
“A lousy quarter?” The drum leader exclaimed.
“If you think we’re going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you’re crazy!” No way, sir. We quit!”
And the old man enjoyed peace…
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