Your wallet is missing. What are the chances you'll ever see it again, let alone its contents? Surprisingly good, actually, judging from letters we've received. Here are two of them.

I Brought Mistrust; He Brought a WalletReturning from scrounging the neighborhood for firewood this month, we found an odd note on our door. "Mr. Nelson, Please call me to the telephone # provided above. I have some information for you. Must be of your interes[t]. Elmer"

We were suspicious. What kind of scam was this? I called anyway. Elmer had found my wallet outside Sears at Landmark Mall on Duke Street. Not finding a telephone number in my wallet, he had driven to the address on my driver's license.

I could tell that English was not Elmer's native tongue, and I had a little problem understanding him, but I agreed to meet him at Sears. I was still suspicious. My wife scolded me for losing my wallet, started to worry about identity theft and gave me $10 to give Elmer as a reward, because we suspected that whatever money had been in my wallet would be missing.

I called Elmer on my cellphone when I arrived at Sears to tell him I was wearing a brown jacket and a red hat. He was accompanied by two women who waved when they saw me. We shook hands all around, and he returned my wallet intact, all credit cards, IDs, driver's license, all six vehicle registrations and all the cash -- about $100.

No scam, no request for a ransom or reward. I tried to give him $20 for his time, effort and gas. Both he and the two women repeatedly refused it.

I don't think I adequately expressed how much this meant to me. Not only did I get back all my money, credit cards, etc., but I didn't have to spend countless hours getting a new driver's license, retired military ID, canceling credit cards and getting replacement documentation for my vehicles. Elmer, I hope you get to read this. One good deed will spawn many more. Thanks for renewing my faith in mankind!

-- Robert Nelson Eaheart Jr., Springfield

Next Stop: A Notably Honest PlaceA breath of fresh air blew my way early one day this month. In a hustle to get to work in the mess of freezing rain and slush, I somehow managed to lose my wallet traveling on the Orange Line Metro in the short distance between Court House and Ballston stations in Arlington. After pouting for a good hour, I resigned myself to the fact that I would never again see that select handful of credit cards and the license neatly packed into my pretty little purple wallet.

I began the tedious process of canceling each card. And I filed a claim with Metro, thinking the missing wallet would turn up in some dark hole.

To my astonishment, though, Metro called Friday saying that the wallet had been returned and that I should come pick it up. Miraculously, everything was still in it, down to the last dollar.

I want to thank the kind, honest person who went out of the way to return my wallet, as well as Metro for its prompt response. You've made my day!

-- Allison Bush, Arlington