Last October I was 1 week out from moving abroad when some documents got lost in the post (well, an independent courier service lost it) which were needed before I left. Around £450-£500 worth of paper just gone. I was absolutely panicking and scrambling to get to the solicitors officer to get another signature from them and get it picked up by DHL for next day delivery as the UK postal service was also on strike. I went to get cash as the solicitors didn’t have a card machine and was on the phone to my boyfriend whose country I was moving to. In the panic I forgot to take my cash from the machine. Wasn’t until I was in line to get the notes broken down to smaller ones at the supermarket the cash machine was in that I realised I had forgot it. Rushed out, gone. Had no option but to take out more, went back in pretty much crying, still on the phone when a lady pointed at me. She came over and handed me all the cash I’d left in the machine. Said she saw me and had been looking for me. I hugged her, thanked her so much. She really restored my faith in humanity, especially in these financially difficult times it would have been so easy to walk off with it.