A few years ago I was delivering Christmas trees for a friend. After leaving the lot I did my usual "pocket pat" to check for knives, keys wallet, etc. (A habit I picked up after working in a locked down psychiatric unit where losing your keys would be a bad thing). Anyway, this time, no Endura that I'd been carrying for about 10 years. I figured it had to have gotten dislodged at the lot, but I couldn't get back for a couple of days. When I got there there were a couple of Mexican guys that had helped me unload. I asked if they had found a knife and before I could even describe it he pulled it out of his pocket and gave it to me. He was such a good guy I had to force him to take 20 bucks for returning it.
Jack