Until lately that is.
Something happened about a month ago. I was walking to my car with my grocery cart and I found a dollar bill. "Hooray!" I thought. I stuck it in the cup holder in my car and zoomed off. As I was waiting my turn to exit the parking lot, a homeless man walked by my car. He was laden down with a heavy backpack, had tangled hair, dirt all over his clothing, and a forlorn look in his eyes.
"What if it was his dollar?" I thought as I made my way home.
Well, needless to say, I have not spent that dollar. It's not my dollar to spend. In fact I feel that I'm just keeping custody of it until I find the right person to give it to.
Sometime soon just the right person will stroll into a path that intersects with my own and that dollar will find its rightful owner.
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