As I was walking home this morning, I found a crisp five-dollar bill laying on the sidewalk. My first reaction was “Woot! I’m so lucky! I found five dollars!” I picked it up and looked at it.
My next reaction was one of concern. Who lost this money? How can I find who this money belongs to? I was standing in front of the St Francis. What if a tourist had lost it? What if the bell-hop had dropped it, a well deserved tip after hauling a guest’s bags? I looked around, and no one was in the vicinity. I thought of the children’s rhyme, “Finders keepers; losers weepers.” I didn’t want anyone to weep. I stood for a moment, waiting for someone to return, realizing they had dropped their cash. No one came.
I slowly tucked the money in my pocket and continued walking home.