It's no surpise I love a good deal. I learned it from my Aunt Loda -- who has an everlasting radar for bargains. She has a knack for finding the good stuff and ends up with the BEST deals ever. My Aunt Karen also loves Big Lots. She lovingly calls it Big Lots of Crap.
I was introduced to Big Lots by aforementioned Auntie and pretty much became one of those people who buy things like 'Glass House' and 'Weekend at Bernie's' for people's birthdays. I usually end up getting these gifts back, so it's really a win/win situation every time.
For some reason, the orange sticker (which is on everything by the way) speaks to me and I pick up stuff that normally I wouldn't glance twice at. I ended up today with some crazy candy, a bottle of ketchup, ginger snaps, & a lovely and refreshing diet coke. I had my stuff in my little basket (carts are never a good idea at places like that) and went on my merry way until this:
There was this lady in the aisle, eying this man with judgment. Probably something I would've done too had I seen a similar interaction. Seeing that look on her face and identifying with it made me want to provide a different reaction. I didn't want to be one of "those" people. I rarely give money when people approach me, but this time something told me to do it. In that moment, I just wanted to make things right in the world. I opened my wallet to find a five dollar bill that was lying right on top. It practically begged me to pass it over to him. He took it, said thank you and I didn't see him again.
Technically, if time is money, I didn't really save anything that day.
Interestingly enough, I still had enough cash to pay for my stuff. Enough is all we need, right?
And that, my friends, is what I call a miracle.