I read in The Times today that this women found a painting worth over 1 million dollars, in the trash. The painting was stuck between two large garbage bags. I too had a similar experience— I found a dollar outside of the library tonight! Although my experience is not equivalent from a monetary standpoint to what the lady found, I am still ecstatic. Do you know how amazing that was? I have been in a melancholy mood lately, and that just made my day.
Now I feel a little guilty (social worker guilt alert!) writing this, what if the person who lost the dollar is really in need of it, and his/her sorrow is as great as my joy? I’ve been there: needing the last dollar in my pocket to get on the bus. I hope this is not the case.