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In fifth grade, my backpack was stolen from my dad's car. It had my binder with all my school stuff in it and a few other personal valuables. it had notebooks with stories in them I have been working on for quite a while.

One morning my dad came and woke me up to tell me that his car was broken into and my backpack was stolen. I was heartbroken. I cried for about an hour.

My dad decided to send me to school with absolutely nothing.

My 5th grade teacher, Miss Taylor, was really sweet and kind and super understanding. She gave me an extra binder that she had. to help personalize it, she got out a piece of paper, and started writing my name in a bubble font. She then gave it to me and said "here, color it in", and that act of kindness of hers made me want to cry.

I never got around to coloring it, unfortunately. But sometimes I still look at it and appreciate it and remember how amazing she was.

Later that same day, Miss Taylor had gotten a call from the office. When she got off the phone, she turned to me and said "Zoe, A miracle has happened! Someone found your binder!". And I rushed down to the office and I got my binder. It was super stuffed which I thought was odd. It was because the person that had found my things stuffed all the other school stuff from my backpack in there.

When I opened it I saw all my stuff with an envelope. On the back of the envelope they had written "I'm sorry all your stuff got stolen. but I hope this helps!". I opened the envelope and it had $20 in it.

This kind and amazing person had found stuff scattered on the sidewalk, picked it all up, fit it into the binder, put money in an envelope, put it with my stuff, somehow found the name of my school and walked all the way over there to bring it to me. That's just amazing to think about.

I just think that that was such a kind act and I was so lucky to get my binder back. I don't think that will ever happen again but I'll never forget it.