So a couple of weeks back, before my computer broke but after my internet got cut off, I was driving to the local Starbucks to get some work done.  (It’s a shockingly great place to write, btw!)  I was thinking that I really needed to redo the scans for my book because the ones I had weren’t a high enough resolution.  However, money is tight and I just didn’t feel like I could justify spending anything.  I kind of told myself, “I’d like it to be better, but I guess it’s good enough.”

When I got to the Starbucks, I opened my car door and on the ground, right next to where I was putting down my foot was a small, woven, zippered pouch.  I picked it up and found a little over $35 inside.  There was also a buy-8-get-one-free card from a local sub shop.  But nothing else.  The parking lot I was in was between a strip mall and a Buffalo Wild Wings and there was no way of guessing which shop or restaurant the owner may have visited.  I thought of leaving it on the ground in case someone came back to look for it.  But more likely someone else walking by would have just taken it.  I thought of going to the sub shop the card was from, but the card was just a business card that they used a rubber stamp to track purchases on, so they wouldn’t know whose it was.  I worried that some kid had worked hard to make the money and would be really upset or discouraged about losing their money.  By the style and lack of other contents, I figured it was a teen boy’s.  But the tag inside said it was handcrafted in Bolder CO, so I figured any teen boy who had something handcrafted in a ski town likely wasn’t too hard-up.  Then I remembered that more than once – particularly when I was young and more careless – I had lost money myself and said a prayer that the money would be found by someone who needed it so they could use it for something more important than I was going to spend it on.  So I decided to just keep it with a clear conscience.  I used it to get my scans done and buy some fruit and cheese to go with my coffee while I worked.

Is it weird that I think maybe that money was the universe’s way of sending my prayer back to me?  I still hope the kid who lost it isn’t too upset over it!