While walking my dog one day on a country road I looked down and saw a key ring sticking out of the dried mud on the road. I dug it up, saw it was a set of keys. Took it home and my husband said to throw it out as there was no identification on it. There was, however, a gym locker tag. I called the gym, gave them the locker number. They tracked down the owner of the locker, who said they were her keys. Shortly thereafter there was a knock at my door. It was a young woman and her mother. The keys belonged to the daughter. She was in tears as she explained that her father had died recently in an auto accident. Just before he died she had given him a St. Christopher medal. He had put it on his car keys. After his death she, in turn, had put it on hers as his remembrance to her to drive safely. She was devastated when she lost her keys and the medal. After she told me her story we both were in tears.