Good Karma

Two days ago I noticed a $20 bill in an unattended ATM machine. After taking a couple looks around, to see if the owner of it was near - and then seeing that he wasn't, I did the right thing and reported it to a grocer.

I could have easily taken it. I could have walked up to it and swiped it for myself. What made me stop? Well, I believe in Karma. If I would have taken the $20 that wasn't mine, I probably wouldn't have had such a good night in tips last night. I swear everyone was tipping me over $5, and that's good for working at Pizza Hut. Plus, I got two $10 tips! It was a good night.

Yes, I believe in Karma.

I also believe in doing what is right, even if it's painful.

And maybe when the grocer took the money and put it in the back room, he pocketed it. Or maybe he split it with his co-workers. That's some bad Karma, my friend. I wouldn't want to be in their shoes.

But maybe he put a sticky note on it reading, "Found in ATM. Hold until owner calls." And maybe the owner called the next day and picked up his money. Maybe the owner used the money to buy his ailing daughter her last Valentine's gift. Yeah, that's what I like to think happened. I've done something good for someone else.

On the other hand, maybe he bought booze and I just fed his alcoholism. In that case...my bad.