Rabulous

I shared this with a few friends already, but I thought I’d share it here too. ‘Tis the season, ya’ll.

A few weeks ago, while Jeff and I were walking through our neighborhood, we noticed this teenager getting on his bike. Something black fell out of his pocket. Since we were a half block away, we couldn’t really tell what it was. When we got to where he was, we noticed he dropped his phone. The kid was long gone, but we picked it up and tried to find a contact number within this Sidekick. We stood at the the corner of the block, trying to figure out what to do with the phone. A minute later, the kid rounds the corner freaking out about his phone. Jeff asked the kid if he lost something. The kid was practically in tears and said yeah and described the phone. So, we handed him his phone. He thanked us and we went on our merry way. though it was a nice phone and were amazed that this kid had a phone worth more than both of ours put together, we still felt good about our deed.

Fast forward to last week. I was half asleep throughout my entire commute. I just could not keep my eyes open. When I got out of the PATH, I went to Duane Reade to grab some cash. I stuck the $20 in my coat pocket since I knew I’d be using it in a few minutes. I walked my 4-5 block walk to the office. In the park, I think I stuck my hand in my coat pocket to make sure my $20 was still there. I must have pulled it out unknowingly and dropped it– in the middle of Madison Square Park amidst bums, rowdy teenagers and many suits commuting to work like me.

Anyway, this very nicely dressed gentleman came running up to me with my $20 in his hand. Since I had my iPod blaring and was totally oblivious to what was going on, he just handed me my money and told me I dropped it. I was completely shocked. I really couldn’t believe someone was kind enough to give me back my $20, especially when I had no idea I dropped it!

So, that’s my Karma story. What goes around always comes around!