I have never believed in winning the lotto, hitting a jackpot on the slot machines or walking away with a lump some of cash from a gambling table. I believe in working hard for my money and if its miracle money it can only be by promotion or loan approval. So you must be wondering where I am heading with this.
Yesterday I was highly convicted by rigorous proof against my axiom. Here I am by Nandos Samora minding my business. I spotted a wallet by the road side a few meters away from me. I ignored the wallet and carried on with my business. By ” carrying on with my business” I mean tapping my fingers on my handbag, giving the wallet the side eye and hearing distant small voices crying out to me “pick me up!” I already hate this wallet, why is it talking to me, I don’t want anything to do with this thing. Its preying on my mind, so I stood there like Frodo resisting the allures of the ring and brooding on a resolution.
Even Frodo eventually gave in to the temptations of the ring. I took a scope of the land, picked the damn wallet and took refuge in Nandos restrooms. Why was I acting dubious? Someone obviously lost their wallet and if I picked it, it was imperative to entrust it with a law officer and go about my day! Simple as that. But oh no my broke ass succumbed into a conflict of good and evil and just like the ring the wallet personified bad me and poured all the ingredients of Evil. I opened it, found identification documents and $3400 three thousand four hundred dollars. Oh boy the limit of my philanthropy was exceeded. I did a little dance of joy. OK so why was I happy? This was not my money!
I should have walked away instead I picked this thing up exposing my self to a path fraught with temptations, dishonesty and theft. I imagined the damage I could do with this money. I mean this money could solve all my problems. I began to justify myself with idioms like ‘ The Lord works in mysterious ways’ and hey Robin Hood stole from the rich to give the poor, right? Case scenario.
I had made up my mind to take the money. Don’t judge me please. So I am walking out of Nandos and I bump into this middle aged man. Gosh he is in a panic state with a tad of disarrangement, he looked at me pleadingly and asked me if by any a chance I had seen a charcoal grey wallet by the sidewalk. I looked him in the eye and told him I was on my way to the police station to hand it over. My heart sank, I could feel it sink in my stomach acids. This man was near to tears, I asked him to state the items in the wallet for verification and yes he recited his I.D number correctly. He was besides himself with relief. He offered me $200 as a reward for my feigned honesty. I declined his offer even when he insisted I gave him a firm ” no thank you” I didn’t deserve the reward, I was about to flee with that money, I wasn’t worth it.
My redemption is through the acknowledgement of my wrong doing. And by making this confession I can wipe the slate clean and I can confidently say I have paid for my sin.