The comments on my previous story about ghosts and money have prompted me to submit these two experiences. Both are taken from my Journal, with minor editing where clarification is needed.
Thursday 3/08/12 I just walked next door to a convenience store at lunch time to get some snacks to supplement my lunch;) My snacks came to $5.26 (yeah, bought more than I planned 🍫). I only had $5.00, so I was short 26 cents and the cashier said I could just bring it next time I was in. (Yep, I'm a frequent shopper LOL) All I took with me was the $5.00 bill, cell phone and my umbrella, which I used on the way over since it was drizzling pretty hard.
As I left the store, I popped open my ☂️ since it was still raining. Out of the corner of my right eye I saw something falling from beneath my umbrella and floating to land behind me. I thought, "What did I lose from my bag?" and stopped to check. OMG! It was a dollar. A freaking folded dollar bill! There was not a soul on the sidewalk so no one passed me and dropped it at the exact moment I opened my umbrella. And the dollar was completely dry; not a drop of rain on it.
I just looked up, said "thank you" and went inside to share my story with the cashier. I paid her the 26 cents I owed and left the rest, just in case someone else needed it.
Monday 9/1/14 - This happened while my dad, Dalton and I were burying Ryder (one of our Australian Shepherds). Over the years Dalton's dad has given me $2 bills for Dalton. Some of them have come up missing during Dalton's lifetime. Regardless of where I put/hide them, they disappear. But for the past 2-3 years I have kept 2 in my wallet (for safekeeping, however ridiculous that is under the circumstances). Anyway, as of Saturday evening both of those $2 bills were in my wallet. This I know for a fact. I saw them when I opened my wallet. They are not folded together; they are individually folded and placed in an open section of my wallet, so I can easily see them both when I open it.
When Dalton and I were getting Ryder (his body was in a burial box) out of the back of my truck Dalton said, "Hey, Mom, there's money" and he reached for some crumpled bills laying up near the back of the back seat on the passenger side. (Crumpled meaning it appeared as if someone had wadded two bills into balls and tossed them in my truck.) One was a $2 bill so I automatically assumed it was one of Dalton's $2 bills that had come up missing over the years (thinking maybe it was being given back ha ha, wink). Dalton then smoothed out the other bill, which was $1.
The items in the back of my truck had been moved up to the backseats to make room for transporting Ryder to the vet. I had moved everything from the back so I know there was no money. I was standing at the back of my truck when the vet's assistants got Ryder out. There was no money. I stood there while they were loading Ryder for us to bring home; no money. There was nothing in the back of my truck except Ryder.
After finding the money, I told Dalton that the $2 bill was obviously his because I don't have any except the ones his dad gives me for him. I also told him I would put that one in with the other 2 and I would add the $1 to the $20 that I am replacing of his that came up missing last week. Whole other story LOL (oops, forgot about this incident typing the other story).
After we buried Ryder ⚰️, I got cleaned up and opened my wallet to put the $2 bill in with the other 2 in my wallet. WTH?! There was only 1 $2 bill! Are you freaking kidding me?!
I always keep my wallet snapped shut. It is never left open, so there is no way the money could have fallen out. And even if that is the case, I don't put my purse in the back of my truck. Ever. Not only that, the freaking $2 bills (both of them) were in my wallet Saturday evening and I didn't go anywhere Sunday. And to top it all off, the $2 bills in my wallet are crisply folded not crumpled the way this money was.
When I told Jerrica about the money in the back of the truck, she asked how old Ryder was. Ryder would have turned 3 in October. I don't know if that has anything to do with the $3 that was crumpled in the back of my truck or not, but it is certainly ironic.