Not today, but yesterday, walking along a very busy pathway at the track, I found a twenty dollar bill.
I picked it up, looked around, everyone else was drunk or mouth fucking, so I put it in my pocket.
Give it to the next beggar you meet. 
I often see young couples or some such types stranded on the highway, out of gas or something. My instinct is to ignore them and allow them to "boil in their own pudding" (sorry for paraphrasing so terribly) but I sometimes see a true story of hardship being related. Maybe I am just simply a sucker, but I have to help, SOMETIMES. I sometimes see a scam forming. Fuck that!
They are asking for two or five bucks to get them home to their phone chargers, sometimes just asking for a way to charge their phones.
Can not tell you how many times I looked into my wallet to help and was disappointed that (I do not keep cash on me these days) to only find twenty or forty bucks in my wallet.
This batch of FREE CASH possibly went to a modern yuppie type who probably makes more money than we do. Guessing, of course.
My daughter is graduating and she is involved in several "Pitch In" or everybody brings stuff parties.
SO today I pick her up from school, planning to go shopping for sweet treats for her to take to tomorrow's event when she realizes she left her wallet and all her money at home. Hero Dad, here, I asked her how much she needed. OK about twenty something bucks. I gave her thirty bucks to shop, waited in the car so I could smoke my pipe and a panicked phone call came up from her. "Dad, I do not know what to do! This has never happened before!" I asked her to slow down and talk clearly. Turns out the thirty bucks I gave her, she lost in the store somewhere.
Now I know who shops there for the most part. It is local assholes using a temporary job in central Indiana as a stepping stone career move and are mostly bitter about even being here.
There are also local young start ups who are barely getting by and if they lost the coupon for something they can not buy it, due to budgeting to the dime or so. Not to put too fine a point on something we usually do anomalously for strangers in need (my wife actually got me started) but we try to grab up the items they were putting back and pay for them.
We remember how it was, twenty years ago with two very needy kids and limited funds.
Now, in retirement and my wife working at a great job we make about five times what we did way back then.
I can only hope that that lost thirty bucks went to one of these young couples, having to put a toy back so they could afford enough diapers and formula, and not some fucking smug faced, bottom feeeding lawyer in a six thousand dollar suit.
So I found twenty bucks at the race on Sunday and lost thirty bucks a few days later.
I just hope someone found it who NEEDED it.
