When I landed at the San Francisco airport last Wednesday, I glanced out my window only to see the burned out shell of the airplane that had crashed just days before. The ground was still littered with plane parts and personal items from inside the cabin. It took my breath away to see it all spread out in front of me, starkly real. I said a prayer for the people who were on that plane, and felt gratitude that my plane had landed without incident.
I was walking a little slower than usual through the airport, still reflecting on bigger thoughts and feelings than, “where do I pick up my luggage.” I was just about to exit the moving sidewalk when I glanced down and saw it … something I had never seen in my entire life. It was a huge wad of 100 dollar bills that I could barely wrap my hand around. In a fast, fluid motion, I picked it up and put it in my pocket. Then, off the moving sidewalk, I stopped and looked around. The corridor was empty. Completely empty. I was totally alone in that part of the airport. There was no indication of who had dropped the money, and no one had seen me pick it up.
Interesting.
I stood there for a moment with many thoughts running through my mind. Mostly I was trying to decide what to do next. Eventually people passed me and then I began walking again toward the baggage claim area. I looked around for someone who looked “official,” maybe a security officer or someone from TSA. Just about then an official looking person zoomed past me on a Segway … off to an emergency it seemed. I wondered if the emergency had anything to do with the contents of my pocket.
I kept walking. I was scanning the crowd looking for “something.” The closer I got to baggage claim, the more I wanted to count the money and claim it as my own. A part of me started thinking about what I would buy with the money while another part thought about filling out the paperwork associated with turning the money into authorities.
And then I saw him: a foreign-looking man standing to the side of the hallway frantically searching his pockets and luggage. He was obviously in a panic. I approached slowly and said, “Did you lose something?”
“Yes,” he said.
“What did you lose?”
He looked at me in desperation and said, “Money.” And after a pause, he finished: “A LOT of money.”
I reached into my pocket and handed it to him with the simple words, “I know. I found it.”
His panic changed to relief and disbelief. I heard his thank you as I walked away. I saw him joined by his wife and children and I caught just a bit of what he was saying as he pointed in my direction, “That woman found it.”
And that is the end of my story. I continued to the baggage claim, a little late, with a feeling that I had been used by the Universe, ever so briefly, to take care of someone. It’s not the first time I’ve been in the right place at the right time to help someone in need. I hope it’s not the last. It’s sort of nice to know how angels must feel on a daily basis.
What a beautiful story! So glad that you found that man…and I’m sure he was VERY glad too! Must have really made your day!
There is nothing so wonderful as doing the right thing. The feelings of joy your heart feels is so good. Doing a thing you know is wrong haunts you for a long time…
Blessings,
Joan
What an amazingly beautiful and stunning story. You continue to amaze me with your serendipitous moments and its stunning how you are so patient and awake! That’s for participating in that story and sharing it:)
Awesome! Also that you were so conscious as to your surroundings be aware and in the moment. That helpedd bring you to the owner! Great job! Big hug!
Barbie,
I love your merit and virtue! The divine is using you in a magnificent way ;you are teaching your fellow man the abundance of joy, love and honor that comes from being truly awake and doing the right-honorable thing. And the unlimited doors that you are able to open up for yourself through that integrity. I can only imagine the JOY that man felt when you approached him and the JOY you felt when you were able to support him at a desperate moment in his life. On that day, you were doing the divine’s work on earth and earning your wings. You inspire me! ❤
I just read your blog and cried. Really
quick note from my cell phone
that feeling – is priceless – what a beautiful blog about our dance with our humanity and our divinity! THANK YOU for being YOU!!
Me too (the cried part). Thanks for sharing this, Barbie.
You really do have some fascinating adventures. Oh, maybe that’s why we call you “Adventure Barbie”!
How lucky the man was that it was you who found his money – and also found him. Well done, Barbie!
Sweet story. Thank you. You are an Angel of Grace ❤️
Thanks, MaryLouise. This is one of my all-time favorite stories. I still get goosebumps when I remember it!