I love stories like this. Years ago, when my son was around 9 or 10, some dogs got into my neighbor's trash and spread it all over their lawn. Before the school bus came, my son picked the trash up and put it in their trash can. He thought they had left for the day but unbeknownst to him, they were watching him from their window. When he got home from school, the woman came across the street w/a chocolate cake w/chocolate icing (his favorite, probably every boy's, right?) that she baked just for him. I was so proud of my son for doing it w/out being told and I was so happy to have such a nice and appreciative neighbor. Restores your faith in humankind, doesn't it?