My God Story
Several weeks ago something happened that made such an impact I have to share it. Please — share your own stories or comments of hope and faith after reading my story.
It was a sunny and bright Saturday morning, finally looking like spring. So I put $40 in the front pocket of my capris and off I went to visit some local tag sales (aka garage or estate sales for those of you who don’t know). Should I put the money in my pocket? The question came and went quickly: Yes it would be fine; I knew I would be careful. No problem!
Going to tag sales with my 14 year old is really no fun, as he says no to everything I want to buy. I admit that these are not items I need, but they’re cool. They’re fun. He reminds me of my rule: “for each item that comes into our home, something else must go out.” Ah well, we left the first tag sale empty handed.
At the next home, there was a great dress for only $5 –a “Vegas dress” — that was awesome but wouldn’t quite fit yet…nope, I had to leave without that too. This was really a drag. The last sale we visited was in our town, a home in which the owner’s elderly parents had passed away. My son stayed in the car this time, impatient with my desire to browse. Yay – freedom!
I saw the debris of a lifetime in this home. It reminded me of my parents and in-laws homes when we had to clear them out. I’m always a bit melancholy to see the “stuff” that at one time meant so much to someone reduced to boxes full of clutter. I vow not to make my children go through this. But until then, I thoroughly enjoyed looking through Christmas decorations, electronics, glassware, — all the stuff that will one day mark the end of an era for me.
While paying for my new treasures, I reached into my pocket and found…no money! I searched the places I had looked, but had no luck. Despite telling myself that $40 wasn’t that much, that whoever found the money must need it more than me, I just couldn’t let it go. Needless to say, my son was quite upset with me. So after dropping him off at home, I went back to the first sale, which was at a church, hoping there was an honest soul around. No luck. At the second one, the lady said she saw the money sticking out of my pocket when I left, and that she almost mentioned it. At least I knew I had the money when I left! As a surprise bonus, she sold me the “Vegas dress” for a mere $3, the only money I had in my wallet. Some deserved consolation!
Off to the final tag sale we had been to. I went directly to the owner to check one more time before giving up. Voila! He pulled the $40 out of his back pocket. He was going to try to contact me, but here I was. Then he pointed to the young man who found the money. He was 13 years old, and a bit embarrassed by the attention he was getting. I introduced myself, shook his hand and told him that his integrity and honesty would take him far. That he had done something that many wouldn’t, and that he had restored my faith in humanity in a big way. I gave him $5 (I’m kinda cheap, okay) and the homeowner gave him his choice of goodies from the sale. It was obvious this kind young man didn’t understand why we were making such a big deal about this, as he was just doing the right thing. His grandmother did though; she was beaming. As I left the sale, holding back tears, I thanked God for showing me hope. That amidst all the crazy, dishonest events in our world, there was still hope. And to find it in youth was an added bonus. Thank you God, Buddha, Great Spirit — whomever you choose to call this higher power — for this example of honesty. It arrived at just the right time.