"500 pesos"
On Friday, I found 500 pesos outside my son's school.
The first thing I said was, "What good luck!"
But I quickly thought about the mother who lost her 500 pesos. And I told myself, I don't think my good luck depends on someone else's bad luck, especially a mother's.
I remembered my mom once coming home crying after losing her weekly paycheck, and how everyone at work pitched in the next day to make up for my mom's weekly salary.
They had a meeting at school, and I didn't know how to ask if anyone had lost 500 pesos.
I went back home wondering how I should go about returning the 500 pesos.
After a while, I went back to school and asked the teachers if anyone had claimed something lost, and a teacher quickly asked me, "Is that a 500-peso bill?"
We tracked down the owner. She told me how her husband was very angry and how she was distraught because it was to buy food for the entire weekend, and that she didn't think anyone would be able to return the 500 pesos.
I thanked God for giving me the good fortune to find those 500 pesos and having the integrity to look for the owner. I don't believe good luck comes through someone else's bad luck. I can't see myself saying, "Thank you God for giving me 500 pesos," when I know someone might be sad or crying over their mistake.
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