Found some money while I was trekking to my brokerage firm to make a Roth IRA deposit. Fourteen feet away from the money I found was a man standing against a wall, facing the street, with his hat turned up in his hand. Guess what he wanted, but didn't feel like bending over to pick up?
Haiku for Joan.of.the.Arch:
A man stands begging
Meanwhile fourteen feet away
Money lies waiting
Did what feels like miles of walking but was probably just 1.5 miles with filled grocery bags, being all Florence Nightingale or Chicken Soup Brigadier to the sick and indigent in my community. Then I came home to beautiful notes from my second cousin and his mom thanking us for sharing a beautiful time with them Sat. night (yeah, we ate with Ludacris -- no joke) and for the gifts. I feel so appreciated my heart is glowing. I just feel it is sad that the appreciation comes only from people who are MENSA-level and higher, which means I'm missing out on 49 times more appreciation. However, the lonely, sick, hurting, bereaved are comforted, and in my spirituality/religious realm that counts for something. I still wouldn't mind Karma giving me a nice $65K+ yearlong contract.
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D'OH! Remember my last post about patience, and my friend? She's told me about my state's Prescription Drug Plan Program so I can apply for a Discount Card for reduced-price meds!
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