Today, while trudging uphill in the snow so I could have a story to tell my grandkids, I found a $5 bill in the powder. No one was nearby, so as far as anyone was concerned it was mine free and clear.
"Huh, what a stroke of luck," the part of my brain that says what other people say said. "God has blessed me."
"Maybe," the part of my brain that is me said. "But if we're thinking that way, then that means God felt like making someone else poorer today, and that sucks."
I left the bill there.