I was surprised when the young policeman knocked at my door. When he asked my name, I confirmed that he had the right apartment.

I was a little frightened. His next question was "Ma'am, have you lost anything?" I replied, "No, not that I know of." Then he asked. "Are you sure?" I said I didn't know of anything I had lost.

He held out a small leather card holder wrapped with a purple rubber band (from broccoli), and I immediately recognized it as mine. It contained my credit cards, driver's license and Medicare card.

The officer said that a young couple in a white truck found it in Southern Pines. They looked inside for the address but were not familiar with where I live, so they took it to the police station where the officer told them he knew the location and would return it to me.

I have never been particularly concerned about identity theft. But losing my cards was another matter entirely, just from having to replace and cancel. I did not even know it had fallen out of my purse when I was crossing the street earlier in the afternoon.

I knew when the officer told me where it was found that I must have forgotten to zip my pocketbook closed after making a purchase.

I send a heartfelt thank-you to this couple. Their kindness and honesty will be rewarded someday. I don't know their names, but they are my angels.

And a thank-you to the young police officer -- I remember only "D.L." on the badge. It is so good to know that people still care about doing the right thing and take the time to help.

Jeanne Dennis

Aberdeen