A deed in turn, deserves another!

This is a strange story of both deceit and honesty.
The other day I misplaced a couple of monetary bond ceritificates at work. Next day when I returned to office they were not there. I strongly suspected the night cleaning staff of being responsible for the disappearance, but I decided it was of absolutely no use to anyone else other than me, so there was no need to worry.
I even arranged for duplicates to be procured, from my agent. No money lost, but some tedious paper work to be redone.
That week I did not make my weekly pilgrimage home. But something else turned up at home instead, travelling 150 kilometers in the process.
Monday morning, a week later, my father called me up saying that a couple of bond papers with my name on it had been posted from a bank in Trivandrum, the city where I work. It turned out some good Samaritan found the bonds by the roadside a few kilometers away from where I work. He saw my name and address on it and dutifully handed it over to some officials at the nearest bank. The bank officials promptly sent it over by mail to the address on the certicate, and woah! the lost was found!
Obviously whoever had come across the bond had decided it was of no use to him and discarded it. But the amazing part of the story was that a government bank official(government officials are notorious for corruption and laziness) had taken so much trouble to return the lost papers.
I was dumbfounded when Dad related this story over the phone.
This was not the first time that a bank official has come to my rescue; call me scatter-brained, but I had the ill luck once to leave my pocket diary in the bank premises after a transaction.
The bank manager noted that my permanent address and phone number were scribbled on the book, and he promptly called home.
That time too, Dad called up saying someone at a bank had called him over a misplaced notepad. I was abashed but promptly went over to the bank office and was repossessed the notepad. Call that efficiency and honesty! Then I had thanked the bank official profusely; but in the incident of the lost and found bond papers I am only aware of some faceless people each performing a good deed in his turn knowing well that no reward was in store for him!
I too have done my share of good deeds. I once found an ATM card on the floor of an ATM kiosk. Without a second thought I handed it over to the bank officer at the bank. And I have no doubt that the bank officer would not have passed it on to the rightful owner.
As they say pass on a good deed, and it will come back to you.