billjustbill
Bronze Member
Stopped at the local gas convenience store on a really rare whim to play a Lotto ticket. It's after 5:00 p.m. on a Friday and all the pumps are being used by people trying to get home for a restful weekend. So, I found room to park at the end of the building. About three steps before getting to the entry door, there on the concrete, was a folded $10 bill.
I bent down, picked it up, and entered five or six steps into the store. There were four or five people in line at the counter. One was a fellow holding some $1 bills in his hand down beside his leg. I overheard the last part of his voice as he said, ".....just a minute, I must have dropped some of it."
As he headed toward me and the door, I caught his eye and asked him, "Did you lose some money?" I said, "Yeah, it...... it was $10."
I just raised my hand, handed him the folded bill, and smiled as I said, "I found it about three steps outside the front door."
He said, "Man,.......... thank you" as he turned around and walked back to the counter to pay for what little gas he'd put in his truck. I was busy marking my Lotto ticket numbers. All I heard was a voice as he apparently made it a point to walk pass me, and in a sigh of relief he said,
"Thanks again, Man."
Out of five tries, the Lotto ticket only had one correct number, but it was the tone in his voice that was my reward...
Bill
I bent down, picked it up, and entered five or six steps into the store. There were four or five people in line at the counter. One was a fellow holding some $1 bills in his hand down beside his leg. I overheard the last part of his voice as he said, ".....just a minute, I must have dropped some of it."
As he headed toward me and the door, I caught his eye and asked him, "Did you lose some money?" I said, "Yeah, it...... it was $10."
I just raised my hand, handed him the folded bill, and smiled as I said, "I found it about three steps outside the front door."
He said, "Man,.......... thank you" as he turned around and walked back to the counter to pay for what little gas he'd put in his truck. I was busy marking my Lotto ticket numbers. All I heard was a voice as he apparently made it a point to walk pass me, and in a sigh of relief he said,
"Thanks again, Man."
Out of five tries, the Lotto ticket only had one correct number, but it was the tone in his voice that was my reward...
Bill
It is acts of kindness and integrity like this that will always come back to you. Sleep well my friend, you deserve it 
Paul 
