My dog, Dot, tags along when I go on long walks on county roads. She often gets distracted in her curiosity. The other day, she fell behind and never caught up. Since I went around the 4 mile block, I didn't see her on my return. I waited all day for her to come trotting home.
About 6 hours later, a young lady knocked on my door and asked if I'd lost a dog. There Dot was in the back seat of her small car. Relief! The lady asked her neighbors (in a small town of about 100 people over a mile from my house) about the dog and possible owner. Someone knew the connection. The young gal refused my "reward" offer.
My point is this: I'm misanthropic for the most part. But, there are times when the goodness of my fellow humans produce pause and cause for reconsideration.