My favorite money find and I've had many was the one at the grocery store. Earlier in the day, my husband had run into a young man who was panic stricken, in fact he was desperate. His truck was old and had finally pooped out for good. He had to catch the bus home which was two hours away because he was expected to work in the morning and it was obvious this poor kid was afraid to lose his job. He needed fifteen dollars to make the trip but my husband only had a twenty dollar bill and told him it was ok, keep it. He thanked him profusely and said he would see to it that God repaid him in some way because he would ask Him to.
This is where the grocery store comes in, we were getting what we needed for the week, about to get in line to check out when I noticed a folded piece of paper. Not just any paper, green paper, money paper! Of course I looked around first, nobody nearby who may have dropped it. A rolled ten bucks and a five inside. Fifteen dollars, all mine. My husband asked, "what time is it?" I told him, "around five, why?" That was the perfect time that the young man had probably arrived safely to his destination and he wouldn't lose his job. "Well, here's the money, it's yours," I said. The look in my eye must have been like Christmas to a kid so he said I could keep it.
What is the magic in money? It's only paper and it burns. The energy behind it says people care, they share, they give and the wheel spins over and over. As long as I keep finding lucky pennies, I will always be making wishes.