True story: My faith in humanity has been restored. Just now the doorbell rings. I answer and theres a white guy standing there. Didn't look like he was selling anything, didn't look like my new neighbor. He was a complete stranger. He holds up some keys and said that he found them in the middle of Hwy 19 while on a bike ride with his wife and daughter. I recognized that they were keys of someone in the household. I asked him how he knew where to return them. He went out of his way to call Dick's sporting goods and ask for an address/phone number. They wouldn't do it over the phone so he went out in person to ask again. Eventually he got the manager to agree to give him the address because there wasn't a phone number under the account. This guy lives on the other side of the hwy and thought that if he were in our shoes, he would want someone to do the same. We didn't even know the keys were missing, we couldn't even figure out how they keys ended up there. Finally we found out that the keys were left ontop of the car. My parents took that car to the store without realizing it. I was so glad that he went out of his way to find us that I forgot to ask for his name. But I will call Dicks and tell them that they did the right thing giving him our address.