Another tale from Jim’s Twilight Zone.
I walk for 35 minutes each morning as per doctor’s orders. As I walk, I stoop to pick up garbage which I put in a shopping bag. No, I am not a saint though I expect to be made one soon, except one of the requirements is that you be dead first and I am not in a rush.
I pick up garbage for the exercise of bending down to the ground which is good for my back and legs. (And to cement my saint application.)
One morning recently, I looked down to see a familiar blue piece of paper on the sidewalk and happily deposited a Canadian $5 bill in my pocket. That night I went to an outdoor bluegrass jam. Now, I have never had one of those neat little electronic tuners that clamp to the end of your guitar but have long wanted one. Every player, it seems, has one these days.
A friend paid $25 for hers. This night, she pointed me in the direction of a guy who was selling the same one she uses. “How much?” I asked the guy. “Five dollars,” he replied. “I bought too many and I just want to get rid of them.” I whipped out that morning’s $5 from my pocket and said, “Sold!”
On the miracle scale, not quite loaves and fishes or water to wine, but kinda quirky. I think it’s called serendipity.
©2012 Jim Hagarty
