The other day while listening to NPR I heard the story of a woman named Mary who, after returning from Europe 20 years ago, mistakenly ended up with someone elses charm bracelet in her bag during a security check at the airport. She searched and searched for the owner, but with no luck.

Then, thanks to the opportunity to tell her story on the air (and the help of NPR listeners like you!), someone who was related to the original owner of the charm bracelet (a woman named Ruthie) called in.

And then, there on live radio, Mary was able to call Ruthie, the original owner of the bracelet, and tell her that the bracelet was not gone after all, and that she had been holding onto it for that past 20 years. Ruthie was so moved that someone had held onto her bracelet for so long, and listening to the two of them talk for the first time brought me to the verge of tears.

I bunched up my fist and shook it at the radio. "Damn you, Michele Norris, for telling this heartwarming story!" I said, fighting back the tears.

Crying at NPR is definitely going to hurt my street cred.