The lost Key

This is a quick story of how I greatly underestimate the goodness of people at times. I'm in Kigali Rwanda, and for some reason I just can't help but think that everyone is out to get the Muzungu (white person, as they call us). Not outwardly, but inwardly I admit that I was having a hard time completely trusting the bus drivers and taxi cabs especially. So, when we got back to the hotel and I realized my key had fallen out of my pocket at some point. I thought that it was lost for sure. Who is going to return a key. Anyone who finds it is going to just keep it and use it for something.... what, I don't really know, but that's how I was thinking. When I returned to the bus station the next day (think 15 passenger vans leaving from a mechanics shop - not greyhound bus terminal), I thought I was grasping for straws. But they said to come back after noon and they would let us know. So 4pm we stopped by the bus station and much to my surprise the lady behind the counter, who has 10 people talking to her at once and waving money for bus tickets in front of her face, looks up with a smile. She reaches under the desk and pulls out not only the key, but also a dinner receipt that had fallen out of my pocket with the key.... When will I learn my lesson and have more faith!