I found an abandoned item from a dead person

In January 2019, I found a USB memory stick in the Lower Hutt train station carpark. It had some documents with a persons name, a birthdate and death date. I thought to myself, should I do anything about it or not. It's not like I owe this guy anything or I was related to them. Could I use the files for myself, perhaps there's a password to a cryptocurrency wallet.<br><br>I then thought about how I would feel if I died and someone found my USB stick. I decided I had to at least return it to the family to let them know I had it and give me to them. I didn't want to contact them cold and tell them I had it. I just had a first name and a birth and death date. I tried various public records, but couldn't find it. Governments don't really allow people to do things like that.<br><br>I then tried to contact the funeral home to see if they had any record of this, and thankfully they did. The owners son said to leave a message with him and he'd contact me. The relative ended up being a grandson of the deceased. He sent me a message and told me they'd love to have it. He eventually organised for a guy to meet me in a supermarket carpark to give him the USB drive.<br><br>Fast forward a few months later, I received a letter addressed to me on my front door, from the grandson. Inside was a note thanking me for giving them back the USB drive. They told me that the USB drive contained pretty much all of his grandads memories from the last 5 years of his life, including the news from when he received the news he had terminal cancer. I didn't expect such a thank you note to be waiting for me on my front door when I got home from work one day.<br><br>I pretty much forgot about this whole event until last year when I noticed the grandson had made a Reddit post about it. He said he was the grandson and it was his grandad, and didn't name me however he described the note he'd written to me and where he'd left it and everything, so I figured this was the one. I just happened to stumble upon this by accident, and it did t even make sense why it was so relevant to me. I asked him if I was the one who gave it to him, and he confirmed.<br><br>I honestly don't believe I'm a good person. I don't ever really have much concern for anyone else. I don't know why I decide to return the USB, and now I even find myself regretting it. I might get to the end of my life and look back and say, that's the one thing I did for anyone else. And nobody needs to do anything for me, because I don't expect anything.<br><br>Freaky that I'm the person who had to return it to them.<br><br>Also of note, is that I've been to the place many times before where I found the USB, but never again since then.<br><br>&#x200B;