I was sightseeing in New York, and I wanted a taxi. I saw one stop nearby and a couple got out. They left the door open, so I went to get in. When I bent down, I saw a wad of bank notes lying on the seat. I immediately thought one of the couple had forgotten it and I should give it back to them. I grabbed the money and walked towards them, saying, 'Execute me'. They did not realise I was talking to them and kept walking towards a building. I knew I would be late if I did not get the taxi, but I could not keep the money or take it to the police station. So I hurried after them and tried to stop them. Fortunately, the man turned around, but he did not see me at first. He looked down, and I said, ‘You dropped some money in the taxi.’ I held out the notes, and put them into his hand. Then I got into the taxi and got Broadway in time for my show.
When I got back to Hong Kong, I told my family what had happened. My brother asked how much there was. I had not checked. I had only seen the first note was a dollar, but I had seen the edges of some of the notes underneath were not the same. He thought the man might have been puzzled why a stranger would give him money; perhaps the money was not his.
