Last spring I found $100 at the ATM. Molly told me I had to return it and to think of all the good karma. The security guard at the bank probably stuffed it in his pocket as soon as I turned around, but at least my karma was assured. Unfortunately, I'm still waiting for my good karma. Molly says it's not automatic thing, that it takes time. Well, I'm impatient. One night I found a seat on the subway when I really wanted one. Not sure if that was worth $100.
On the other hand, I do have some holy communion at my desk. My brother the minister sent me a traveling host (for invalids and military operations)--it looks like a coffee creamer, but with grape juice and has a little wafer on top. It isn't consecrated. My brother confirmed this: it's still just grape juice, sugar, and starch, not the blood and flesh of anyone. None of my coworkers will go near it though, especially the lapsed Catholics. I'm not sure what to do with it--throwing it out still feels very wrong. Perhaps it will come in handy one day (just in case).
