The other night after leaving a buddies place i somehow didnt secure my tailgate. After getting a mile up the rd to my place at about 10 at night i noticed my 6 gallon bucket with all my tip ups in it had fallen out. I traced my way back and couldnt find it. I checked again in the morning. Nothing I chalked it up as a loss until my phone rang the next night. Luckily I had wrote my name , addy and phone number on all my tip ups. Someone called and asked if I lost something I should be getting it this morning.
My point is call me a redneck, or what you must. I wouldnt trade living and growing up in a small town for anything.
They say its " the road you leave behind" meaning the best way to re-pay someone for acts like that is to to do them for someone else. I just figured I'd share with you a feel good story