The most honest person in the world lives in Brentwood, Essex.
My rucksack and the shiny laptop I bought last week stayed on the train when I got off at Ilford. I ran around headlessly going through phases of panic, nausea and finally resignation after trying all the things you try when you lose something.
The next day I got a call from the station at Brentwood - my rucksack had been handed in by the most honest person in the world, they had found my phone number inside and could I please come over and collect it.
An experience like that gives you a nice warm feeling - someone out there did the right thing for someone they didn't know.
Thanks, whoever you are for giving me back my rucksack. my laptop and my faith in humanity.