1) Remove wallet from pocket
2) Open wallet
3) Insert $20
4) Place wallet back in pocket
5) Profit
6) Share a percentage with my family - I always do this with money I find or win.
7) Put a bit of it in my Charity Bowl - a container on the mantel in my living room that when filled is taken out and given to some homeless individual on the street.
This topic reminded me of a friend I once hung out with in my teens - and 'twens', too. He would always find money. Continuously. Whenever our gang was out loafing, he'd suddenly stoop with his customary satisfied "Ah!" and there would be a coin or bill in his hand. It infuriated us! How come he was so lucky?
Of course I never stopped badgering him about it. What was his secret?
Well, one day, in a mellow mood, a few glasses of Scotch substituted for the Sodium P., and he admitted that his father had taught him that keeping his head down was wise - to not stick his snot too high in the air. That brought him his luck, he says, because no one really looks down when they walk.
Since then, I have found money almost every time I go out. Even if it was just a nickel.
Yes, the streets are paved with gold.
However - if it is possible to find the owner, one should, and return it - if only a quarter. Could be someone wanting to make an important call, and lost their last quarter.
No one likes losing money. Money is power, and it is a loss of power.
Once, just for a lark, I placed a fiver in the grass beside a path that high school kids take everyday. I sat on a nearby bench, watching unobstrusively. Dozens of individuals blithely passed the blue bill on the green grass. Finally, after almost an hour had passed, and I was about to go retrieve my money, a clump of girls came along, and one did spot it, checked it out cautiously first, then pounced, grabbed, leaped into the air screaming, and basically bounced all the way away.
I laughed so hard, it was the best fiver I spent. Happy people, even happiness engineered, makes the world come truly alive.
