In the 80’s, we were struggling financially. Often we ran out of food before our pay day came around , but we always paid our rent and bills before spending anything else. I was waiting in the big fancy shopping centre for my friend to finish work so we could go home together. I sat on seats surrounding a fountain and found a Man Bag someone had left on the seat. It was obviously expensive and beautiful quality. I unzipped it hoping to find identification and saw that there was a LOT of cash in there. For a moment I thought how much just one of those notes would mean to us. I immediately felt guilty, zipped the bag up and took it straight to the Centre management office where there was a lost and found property area. When I handed it in , the person who took it asked if I wanted to leave my details. Feeling guilty about my fleeting dishonest thought earlier I refused and walked away. I hope the owner was reunited with his property. I am a believer in Karma, or what goes around comes around, and I’ve had a pretty fortunate life compared to some so I think things balance out in the end.