The honest taxi driver

When we got here, we had to buy new cell phones. Our NZ phones, being the very cheapest you could get at the time of buying, were not capable of working internationally. So we spent some money, and got a couple of nice phones here - ones we could actually use back home again, too, and I decided to get one that could take pictures, so that I'd always be 'ready' when those precious moments pop up.
Well, a week after buying my new phone, I left it in a taxi.
Just minutes after the car drove off, I was sick to my stomach as I realised what I had done. I had been dropped at the school, to meet Emily's new teacher, and later some of the other new staff for some more orientation. I went back to the school guards, and told them what had happened, and asked them to contact me, should the driver decide to come back to the school with my phone. A few of the guards sort of nodded politely, but I saw some of them just shake their heads. Why on earth would a taxi driver bother to return a perfectly black-market-saleable phone? I met Nigel, got him to ring the phone (this was about 15 minutes later), and sure enough, the taxi driver answered it. Nigel asked him to bring it back, and the driver said he couldn't get there straight away, but he would try later. Well, what else was he going to say? Meanwhile, back at the guards station, they were rewinding the security cameras, to see whether they could read the number plate of the taxi that had dropped me off. We left some money with the guards, and rang the phone again and said that if the driver brought it back, there was some money waiting for him. We didn't say how much, because it wasn't much, really, but it was twice the amount of money that my taxi fare had originally cost - basically just enough to pay for his petrol and time in returning it. And that's where we left it.
Two hours later, as we were about to leave school, the guards came and found us and said the phone was back! A miracle! The taxi driver was honest (or motivated by a cash reward, at least!) and had come back to return the phone.
It honestly restored my faith in the human race! Some people will still bother to do the right thing.