I discovered an unknown treasure

Here's an interesting situation that I was recently involved in.
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She looked up at me with a curious look and I told her right off, "ma'am, that's your money. It don't belong to me."

I second the vote for good guy of the year, but make it even one better, most of those coins probably have more value as collectors if they are older than as cash, the total value could be a lot more than the $1100 face value. I'd let her know to get it checked out with someone knowledgable.
 
Well done Mr. Faulkner. It *always* feels good to do the right thing. And your retired policemen friend up above is looking down with pride knowing he picked a good friend. As an aside, it's too bad we won't know what he had planned for his coin stash someday - maybe a vacation with his wife, who knows. Hopefully she does something fun with it.
 
Bigest respects for you sir!
And if you are a beleiver in God, be sure, your act will be considered when you get to heaven. You have made a huge investment for your soul on the next life. Congratulations for your integrity!
 
Yes, doing the right thing is the right thing to do...but in today's society, it seems to be rare that folks do the right thing, hence the kudos to Faulkner... :)

I'd like to think that most folks would do what is right in any similar situation, but the cynical side of me as a LEO is whispering in my ear that it probably isn't so.

She (the widow) called me this week and told me she found another ammo can in the shop that was full of unrolled quarters. She said from what she can see all the quarters are the newer "state quarters" that apparently her husband had been collecting.
 
Faulkner, I have been reading your posts with interest for years. You are truly a fine example of a man, of what a man ought to be, and the world is truly better off for your presence.

Hats off to you, sir!

What he said, God bless you Mr. Faulkner
 
I wrote the original post just over two years ago as I write this. The widow I wrote about in the story passed away earlier this week and I was honored to be one of the six law enforcement officers who had worked with her husband that was asked to serve as pallbearers at her funeral today.

She is survived by two adult daughters and a son and she had five grand children, I had met all of them in times past when their father was still alive. My wife and I went to the family visitation the evening before the funeral, I in my full class A uniform, and paid our respects. As we stood in line and finally worked our way up to the family I introduced myself and reminded them I had worked with and was a friend of their father. The oldest daughter, in her mid 40's, upon hearing my name asked, "are you the guy that brought all those coins back after you found them in Dad's reloading junk?"

"Yes ma'am, that's me."

She waved over to the rest of the family and was grinning, "hey guys, this here is the guy that hauled off all of Dad's old reloading stuff and found those coins and brought 'em back to Mom." I was actually starting to get kind of embarrassed.

She went on, "Mr. Faulkner, I bet my Mom told that story a dozen times. The funny part was that she felt sorry for your boy who lugged all those ammo boxes back and forth so she waited 'til you wasn't looking and she passed him five bucks. Did your son tell you about that?"

"As a matter of fact, he didn't," I replied. For some reason they all thought that was pretty funny.
 
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