I was on my motorcycle on Saturday, June 26, driving westbound on East Carson Street at about 6 p.m. It was pretty warm, so I took my hat off and tucked it in my light riding jacket.

While sitting at the light at Carson and 12th, I unbuttoned my jacket, forgetting that I had just stuffed my hat into it. When I got to the light at 10th Street, a young man about college age came running up to me from behind and said, "Sir, you dropped your hat," as he handed it to me.

It might not sound like a big deal, but for all I know, he chased me a whole block just to make sure I got my hat back. Also, although I have several hats and helmets, this was the hat that I had embroidered with the name of the motorcycle advocacy group I belong to (ABATE), making it a pretty expensive piece of headgear.

I managed to get out a "Thank you," before he disappeared, but I wanted to express my gratitude a little more substantively. I just hope that someone shows that person, whose hand I didn't even have a chance to shake, the same consideration that he showed me.

JOE TAKSEL

North Side

My husband and I had a vacation at Lake Tahoe and had spent some amount of time above the ridges there -- about 7,500 feet above sea level. When we arrived at the Reno, Nev., airport for our flight back to Pittsburgh, I began to feel very ill, queasy and so dizzy that even with my eyes closed, the room was still spinning.

It was time to board the plane and as I stood up, I asked my husband to please get help because I thought I was going to faint. I lay down on the floor of the airport and was immediately overcome with waves of nausea.

A man about to board our flight came over, identified himself as a paramedic, and began to take my pulse, check my eyes, encourage me to talk, etc. He allayed our fears that I was having a stroke and thought it might be an inner ear issue. He told me not to board the flight.

I ended up at Reno's Renown Regional Medical Center emergency room, where I was diagnosed with altitude sickness. We never got the paramedic's name, but his assurance that there was nothing seriously wrong with me certainly made the stay in the ER easier.

Whoever this Pittsburgher was, thank you very much!

MARCY CENDROSKI

Liberty

One recent Saturday my son called to inform me that his wallet had just vanished. He swore he put it in the locker at Sandcastle Waterpark, but now it was missing.

He backtracked his steps and checked the car in the parking lot, still no wallet. This wallet was extremely special to him because it was a Louis Vuitton, one that he purchased while in France for a semester abroad while studying at Washington & Jefferson College. He canceled all of the cards that were inside, giving up all hope that the wallet would ever be found.

Several hours later, I heard my doorbell ring. As I went to the door, I saw a woman and her daughter, and one of them was holding my son's wallet and everything was still inside!

I immediately hugged them and told them what wonderful people they were to drive to our house to return it. They got the address off my son's license and used their GPS to find our home. I tried to give them money for returning it, but they refused.

The mom was here from Cincinnati moving her daughter into an apartment because she was starting college. They watched tons of cars driving over my son's wallet at the Waterfront in front of Red Robin restaurant.

My son actually kissed his wallet when he got it back! Thank you so much. I never got your names, but you were our guardian angels that day. How wonderful to know that there are still honest people out there!

LISA GUERCIO

Greenfield

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