I hope you find money today. It doesn't have to be much. Just a little. Few things are better than finding an unexpected twenty in a coat pocket. It's the universe's way of saying, “It's gonna work out, pal.”
And I believe this.
Of course, I don't know how it will work out. But I believe it will. And I believe it's going to happen sooner than you think.
When you find your cash, remember that.
I had a friend who could find money wherever he went. It was an unusual talent. He could spot quarters, nickels, dimes, and pennies in any parking lot, sidewalk, or covered garage. I wish I could do that.
Believe me, I've tried.
Once, he found a fifty while walking into a theater. Another time: a hundred-dollar bill in a sewer. Another time: he found a woman's wallet stuffed with three thousand bucks.
He took the wallet to the sheriff's. After a few days, a woman claimed it. The deputies said the owner was a widow with three kids.
To show her thanks, she left a hundred dollars at the police station as a finder's prize.
My friend didn't want a reward. He used the cash, and a few hundred dollars more, to buy a Pizza Hut gift card. He hand delivered it.
“Why would you do that?” I asked.
“Because, I'm a single dad,” he said. “Cooking for kids every single night is Purgatory. Every kid likes pizza.”
Anyway, maybe you cook every night. And maybe you're not sure anyone realizes how hard you work. You've been running hot for so long, with such little recognition, sometimes you feel like wet toilet paper on a public restroom floor.
Feeling invisible can be the same as dying.
Or: you might feel alone. God forbid. I can't think of anything worse than loneliness. It sucks the energy out of a man. I wouldn't wish this feeling…