I have three sons; Mike is the youngest of them. He is a middle school student who is 11 years old. And he is my little hero, I'm so proud of him.
One day, he and one of his friends found a bank card on the way to school and my son picked it up quickly.
My son said, "I'm going to give this to Mom and let her help us find the owner of the bankcard. " his friend said, "we can go to buy something from the shop with it, " To my happiness, my son replied, "No, it's not ours. Someone might really need it back as soon as possible. "
He gave it to me. I looked the owner up on the Internet and sent her a message asking if she had lost something. That soon turned out. She is a very young single mom who was beside herself because she couldn't find it. It's all back where it belongs.
I'm very proud of my young man. He makes me believe that I am raising a decent person.