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 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 (Health benefits? Great smell?). 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, I found a 1,000 Mexican 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. That was a crushing blow.
The second time, I had just come back from 10 days at summer camp and was running to my friend’s house to tell her all about it. About 2 blocks from her house, I found a $5 bill. That was in 1977 and five bucks could buy a lot of junk. 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….$100 outside the dentist office after a traumatic dental procedure; $100 in New Orleans, LA; $20 on a street corner in Portland, OR; $20 in a parking lot in Jerome, AZ; $5 jammed against a curb in Boulder, CO; $40 in Norway. It goes on and on.
Many times, the dollars are found in 3’s meaning, I will often find 3 one dollar bills together – examples: in the parking lot outside of my Orange Theory class, in the grass outside my Drs office, on 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 whose 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.
…i choose this…