Last night, as I was driving down the street, a little voice in my head said, “Buy a lottery ticket.” Listen to those voices, I told myself, and pull into the drive-by window lane at a Dari Mart where I know my daughter has bought lottery tickets.
I
didn’t know what to ask for or what to order, and the kid at the window
didn’t know how to advise me. I said, “I know, it has a Power Ball on
it. I’ll take two.” (The second one was for my daughter; hey, we could
both win.)
He left, and when he came back, I offered him my credit card.
“They only take cash,” he said.
"Oh, I only have a dollar. Well later.” I prepared to leave.
“Wait a minute,” he said and left. When he returned, he handed me two $2.00 tickets.
“You’re giving them to me?!” I exclaimed.
“I paid for them,” he said.
Well, I raved and thanked him. I told him he was an amazing young man and said, it’s strange; I was just thinking of something I had read today about a man standing in line at the bank ahead of a girl with a mason jar half filled with coins.
He said to her, “I thought that needed to be filled.”
She explained that she was short of cash and needed to turn them in now.
He told the teller to add $50.00 to her account when she arrived at the window.
Within one week, he got a $50.00 tip, exactly what he had paid the girl, and presented a screenshot to prove it.
“I got a $50.00 tip,” said the young man at the window.
“You did?!”
“I bought a new phone with it, as I had broken the other.”
“Good for you. That’s amazing. Thanks for telling me.” I drove away with a smile and lightness in my heart.
That light heart erased the troubled one I had left home with.
It
wasn’t about winning the lottery. I didn’t win, and I did verify it online
last night. It was about an exchange with that sweet young man. You
can bet I will tip that clerk the next time I see him. Today, I made
sure I had a five-dollar bill in my wallet so when I stopped by I wold have change.
A few days ago, on a gray overcast Saturday, Husband Dear and I had breakfast at the Viking Inn in Junction City. The lady waitress said, “It’s going to brighten up today, but it doesn’t matter what the weather is, it’s going to be a good day.”
Yes, I agreed with her, the weather will do whatever it needs to do.
"Hey," she said, we live in Oregon, we expect it to rain."
I commented on how good the food looked today, and she said that now, on Saturdays the restaurant will have all women cooks and waitresses. Yea, breakfast at the Inn should be a regular occurrence. And the bright and cheerful lady was right; the sun came out before we left.
Touched by angels.
This afternoon, on the road to the park, I saw a man in an electric wheelchair going about 20 miles an hour down the road. It turned out we were going to the same place, a park. Before he disappeared from my sight, I saw that little dog was sitting at his feet on the chair.
Soon,
he came bounding around the cement walkway surrounding the park with
the dog running beside him. And I thought about how elderly people
should have pets as they will do for their animals what they won’t do
for themselves. I don’t know about that man, but he was giving his dog a
fun run.
If you read Jo’s Newsletter, you will see that I am
still working on my continued Real Estate continued education course and
writing Money Shout Outs.
As I work through the money info and clear myself, I will Shout Out what I have found. If you taste something exquisite, don’t you want to share it? And I figure that money is a hot spot for most people. Attitudes explode around it. So, I guess it’s our attitudes that we need to work on.
And if you’re afraid that an abundance of money will make you a selfish blowhard like some of the people who stay at the Plaza in New York and behave like spoiled brats. Some jerk the butlers around, cry over spilled blueberries, want condoms delivered to their room, and live lobsters in their bath. These people give rich people a bad name. You won’t become like them unless you are a selfish blowhard already. And I know you aren’t—those people don’t read my blog.
Be of service, share what you know, up your attitude, and you will have a happy life.
Challenges, previously called problems, will come. They are thrown in your path to help you grow. And think of it this way: don’t you feel great when you have taken on a challenge and handled it with aplomb?
(The tears? Oh, they were part of the process—you didn’t think it was all sweetness and light, did you?)
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