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 on my worst enemy.
Perhaps your confidence has dried up. At one time, you felt like you had the world by the steering wheel. Now you feel about as special as a bowlful of Shredded Wheat.
I’m sorry. God help me, I am.
Look, I’m no expert. I can’t give you a lick of advice about life because I’m nothing. I’m Joe Six-Pack who’s writing because he can’t sleep right now. I’m not qualified to train a skunk to stink.
But if you’re reading this, I’m talking to you. I’m pulling for you. I’m hoping you get your miracle. I’m hoping you feel loved.
But above all.
I hope you find some money.
17 comments
Maureen - November 4, 2016 8:15 pm
love your writing. You brighten my day
Debra Allen Magee - June 9, 2018 2:28 pm
When my husband and I go to Florida with our 2 dogs in the back seat, I read your stories to him to keep him awake. You always make us chuckle, sometimes more of a good old fashioned gut laugh, and occasionally I see a mist in my husband’s eyes. Thanks for all your wonderful stories.
Beverly - March 10, 2017 1:58 pm
I read several of your stories every day…..makes my day. Wish I could have lunch with you and hear you talk. 🙂
Susan - April 20, 2017 2:18 pm
I’m struggling. Reading this today was my twenty in a pocket. Thank you.
Sandra Marrar - April 24, 2017 9:16 am
Your stories are the highlight of my day. I’m still praying for my miracle and it’s not money…but finding some would be nice!
Steve Bailey - April 24, 2017 9:40 am
Some of the best stories I have read in a long time. You are a good writer/storyteller. Keep it up.
Rooster Campbell - April 24, 2017 9:42 am
Thanks, Sean. I really meeded that.
Doug Crews - April 24, 2017 11:15 am
I look forward to reading your story each morning! Thank You! You add so much to your reader’s day! ?
Deanna - April 24, 2017 12:30 pm
Thanks! Hope you find money!!!!
Kimberly Wilkins - April 24, 2017 1:04 pm
Sweet man, God has used you mightily this morning. The struggles are great in my life right now, especially this week. Your post this morning is as refreshing as iced tea on a hot, southern afternoon. You sir have an encourager’s heart and you use it beautifully. Have a blessed day friend, I hope you find some money today.
Lilli Ann Snow - April 24, 2017 1:05 pm
Know this, Sean:
Every timecI find “Sean of the South” in my email,
I…find…treasure.
Money isn’t treasure, Sean.
Not like you.
Paula - April 24, 2017 1:33 pm
Your words are like pennies from heaven to the souls that need to hear then keep them coming Sean and thank you.
Marlene Willis - April 24, 2017 1:59 pm
I recognize that talent. My husband had it, but he found mostly coins. It seemed to give him a good feeling just collecting it. He also had periods where he felt like wet toilet paper on a public restroom floor even though he had a loving family who adored him. I miss him. I think I will see him again soon.
Ann Reid - April 24, 2017 3:40 pm
You are so talented and minister to so many people. I so enjoy your writings.
Catherine - April 24, 2017 3:54 pm
I’d like to find money, but I’d rather find that appreciation you mention. Sean, you are our treasure
Sylvia - April 25, 2017 2:04 am
Money is nice even a necessity but finding love, true love there’s nothing else in the world like it!
We all need love ❤️
Mary C - July 12, 2017 1:19 am
Feeling invisible is the pits. Being alone in the world is worse. I face both every day. I wouldn’t wish either on anyone else.