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Story Time: Goodwill

"but what if it doesn't come true?"
"Ah, but what if it does!"

My entire life I've been an avid thrift shopper. A lot of people don't like to have to hunt to find clothes they like, but for me- that's all apart of the fun. Some people like the risk of gambling at casinos, some with stocks, but my gamble is whether or not I can find what I want for under $20 at a thrift shop.

For instance, for the longest time I was searching for a bomber style jacket that could keep me warm during the blistering winter in Flagstaff, AZ. I searched high and low at retail stores but couldn't justify spending $60+ on something that I didn't LOVE. You know what they say, when you know- you know. Anyway, nothing at the mall spoke to me, so I wandered over to Goodwill.

 I hoped that they would have the jacket of my dreams, and sure enough in the "Men's" section I found the leather, warm, and cozy jacket I had been searching for. Of course, it being a thrift shop I had to take a look around to see what other gems I could find. I decided I needed a new wallet since mine no longer fit my blush pink aesthetic.

A blush pink wallet with a giant bow caught my eye, and when I peeked inside my heart stopped. I caught a glimpse of cash but didn't want to make a scene in the middle of the aisle, so I brought my items into the dressing room. I opened it up again, and like a magic trick, I pulled out bill after bill of real, American money.

 I struggled to breathe and contain my excitement as I totaled the cash to $680. There were no other contents in the wallet, no change or identification- just the cash and a Goodwill price tag.

I used to work at this Goodwill and knew that if I brought it to a worker they would A) Donate it to Goodwill's nonprofit program or B) Pocket the money themselves since it was left in merchandise. I didn't want to risk the latter, so, I kept it and used my findings to buy a new jacket, groceries, and gas for a few months.

I consider my findings to be a blessing from the universe, and I am extremely grateful that I was where I was, when I was. I do believe that everything happens for a reason, and you're always exactly where you're supposed to be. I don't share this story to brag- but rather to give faith to those who feel hopeless that mysterious, wonderful things can't happen. They happen to those who follow their intuition and have faith that good things will come to them. You must be patient, and willing to dig.

Me after finding the cash and wearing my new dope jacket
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