This is a totally random post, but I have had some random thoughts cross my mind lately! The first time I remember finding money on the ground, I was around 10 years old – I looked just like Shaun Cassidy – haha. We took a family road trip from Arizona to Florida in our 1970 something blue station wagon. My dad was a smoker and made us drive with the windows up – why, I have no idea. I remember cracking the window gasping for fresh air without much success. UGH! Once we got there, we made our way to the local grocery store and it was there, in the parking lot, where I found a 10,000 peso note. I thought I was RICH! I quickly learned about foreign currency exchange after my aunt took me to the bank and it was really worth 2 bucks or something like that). Boy was I crushed – I had all kinds of visions of new toys and tennis shoes! I always wanted a new pair and my mother would not allow any new shoes unless they had a hole in em….don’t think I need to tell you what I did to get a new pair of shoes. haha.
The second glorious time, I had just come back from 10 days at summer camp and was running to my friends house to tell her all about it. About 2 blocks from her house, I found a $5 bill – talk about ecstatic. That was in 1977 and five bucks could buy a lot of junk. I am sure I spent all of it on bad soda, Doritos and Hubba Bubba chewing gum! It’s a Christmas miracle I have all of my teeth with the amount of sugar consumed in the 70’s!
Since then, I find money ALL the time – so much so – it is a running joke for the Life Bus….$100 in New Orleans, LA; $20 in Portland, OR; $20 in Jerome, AZ; $5 in Boulder, CO; $40 in Norway. Many times, the dollars are found in 3’s meaning, I will find 3 one dollar bills together – outside of my Orange Theory class, Drs office, a street in Minneapolis. If I happen to see a homeless person at the time of my good fortune, I pay it forward with hopes I fill my karma bank with a bunch of credits for use later. Sometimes I stumble upon an exotic foreign currency.
I’m not sure why this happens so often, but I appreciate it very much. For some reason, I always feel like it is my own personal angel reminding me to pay attention to my surroundings as you never know what treasures you are going to find. It could be my dad or grand-dad who’s lives were lost WAY too soon playing a game with me. Perhaps I look at the ground too much!
Not only does it bring me joy and a few chuckles, I feel taken care of in some strange way.
Anyone else have this kind of experience??
The Life Bus