Saturday before I left work I let my co-workers know that a group at a table had paid for all their drinks, and I had noticed that one of them was leaving a $5.00 tip on the table. One of the group had already left a tip, so I put the tip I received in an envelope and asked my co-workers that whomever cleaned the table to please put the $5.00 in the envelope so I could split it with everyone on my next day when I was working. When I came in on Monday, I saw the envelope in my locker, but the $5.00 bill was not in it. I was immediately miffed. I don't know who cleaned the table, and who knows, maybe the customer decided not to leave it after all. I do not know the circumstances. All I know is that I was upset. So I went to how I was feeling; upset, churning, how dare they take the $5.00 tip that I had worked so hard for and was going to split with everyone anyway. Then softness came, and a voice came, "It was only $5.00, and if a co-worker took it, they needed it more than you, let it go." Not long after having this conversation with myself, a young man walked in with a tray of homemade banana bread that his church group had made to help families in need. Guess how much it was? $5.00. Of course I bought one. The irony did not escape me. I was able to easily give him the $5.00 for a "good" cause, but had a problem with the thought that someone had taken "MY" $5.00 bill. Each and every situation that happens to me, be it good or bad (my perspective), is there to allow me to experience, to feel, to expand, to understand. Sometimes all it takes is $5.00 bill.
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