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Karma DOES exist

Yesterday I was approached at Five Guys by someone that claimed to be an injured, discharged marine named William James Cryer.  He was on his was back home from his base in Arlington but, because of a train delay, was $20 short of his new ticket.  After we talked for several minutes, he gave me his discharge information as collateral for a $20 bill.  The second I gave it to him he dissappeared.

When we were talking, I thought of the event as giving $20 not to him, but to the karma gods.  I realized that I might not actually get it back, but $20 was a worthy investment to the almighty cosmic universe.   Despite being a generally rational person, I felt completely at ease with this stranger $20.

Later that night, I was at 9:30 club for Girl Talk.  I was changing my lens at the corner of a bar when an attractive young woman comes up and orders two drinks.  She doesn’t look very nice so I am definitely not going to try to talk to her.  But then, I notice right at her feet, a $20 bill.  I didn’t really see it drop, it was just right there.  I started weirding out and then slowly picked it up.  Should I give it to her? 

I lean over the bar, sticking the $20 bill in a way that if she noticed her bill drop, she would certainly ask me if it was hers. I felt like she was emanating so much negative energy….I did not want to ask if the bill was hers because I suspected that she would have taken it either way.  She gave me a weird look because she clearly was not on the same wavelength.   As she walked away, I tried one last time to get her attention.  She looked at me in such a way that even if I told her that she had just dropped a $20 bill, she would not have believed me.   It was too loud to talk and she did not want to talk to me.  (As opposed to the young woman I met on the train that day, who imbibed me cosmic energy when we both got on the wrong train and only noticed when we got off together).

At the beginning of the evening, I invested $20 into the Karmic universe, hoping that it would be paid back, somehow, sometime.  Little did I know that it would paid back promptly and fully.  How these coincidences happened so close together, I am not sure.  But  no longer can I doubt  the power of Karma.