I had a knock at my bedroom door. My roommate told me to go downstairs and said someone found my phone and I should thank her.
I ran downstairs and found a very genuine girl about my age, handing me my iPhone.
I thanked her profusely, in a stupor as I was awakened from a deep slumber, and I couldn't even process the implications of someone actually stealing my phone for profit.
I am thankful, I am humbled, and I can't believe that I dropped my phone outside of my car! :)