If I find a coin when I’m out walking the dogs, I call myself
lucky and pocket the prize. But once, only once, I found a good deal more than
that. Heather and I had parked at the rec center to go swimming. I stepped out
of my car and onto a wad of cash lying in the gutter. It was all twenties;
enough to be someone’s rent or mortgage payment. I didn’t dare turn it in to
the front desk. Instead, I told the attendant I’d found some money, and I gave
her my number in case someone came back looking for it. When we got home, my
phone was already ringing. It felt so good to return the money to its grateful (and
relieved) owner. This past week I read three similar stories in the news, about
people who found cash – lots of it – and returned it. I’m just so glad I’m not
the only one.
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