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Daily Prompt: What’s the best thing you’ve ever found randomly on the street? 9/2/26

John 3:16 – Be thankful, grateful, patient, charitable, kind, and smile, as it is infectious.  God Bless America; protect our president and the military!

It may not be a big deal to many, but when I was a 6-year-old kid in the summer of 62, I remember walking outside early in the morning and noticing the trashmen had already come. I went to carry them back, and when I lifted the first of the two cans, two one-dollar bills were lying beside it. When I looked at the other, it had a dollar and some change, mostly silver dimes and quarters, scattered about the can’s base. To a kid in 1962, it was like hitting the lottery. (Read On)…

Keep in mind that this was a pretty big deal to a kid in 1962 as the large candy bars of today or a soft pretzel were only a nickel then, a bottle of soda, water ice and soft serve ice cream cone (Mr. Softee or Jolly Roger in my neighborhood) was only a dime and most didn’t charge an extra nickel for sprinkles then. An Ice Cream Sundae was a quarter, and a milkshake or malted shake was thirty cents, with a Banana Boat/Split about fifty cents.

Other notable prices for a kid were a single slice of pizza with a small soda for .25 cents, as was a hamburger with French fries, and a whole pizza about a dollar, with toppings about $1.50. You could play a song on the jukebox for a nickel or get three plays for a dime. An afternoon matinee movie ticket for children was 15 to 35 cents and about .82 cents to $1 for adults.

What was the best thing you randomly found on the street? Below are two pictures: the one with the kid and the trash cans is AI-generated, and the other is my 1st-grade picture at MBS.


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One response to “Daily Prompt: What’s the best thing you’ve ever found randomly on the street? 9/2/26”

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    colortenderlyc0c25b8b03

    In 1984, shortly after my fiancé and I got engaged, we were on our way to the Poconos when our Datsun B210 collided with a Greyhound bus. We survived, but my fiancé ended up with a few broken ribs, and my head shattered the windshield, leaving gashes across my face. Yet in all the chaos, my main panic wasn’t the injuries—it was looking down to discover the diamond had popped clean out of my ring. Like any newly engaged girl, that was the only thing I could focus on.           A local business owner came to our rescue like a guardian angel. He called the ambulance, towed our car, booked us a room at his hotel, and even spent the afternoon with his father vacuuming through the wreck debris to look for my stone.  The next morning, before driving us to the bus station, he took us back to the intersection so I could look one last time for peace of mind. Stepping out into a street covered in shattered glass, the odds were practically zero. But as the sun hit the road, a sparkle caught my eye. I walked over, picked it up, and gasped. It was my diamond—found in less than 30 seconds. Forty-two years later, I still know it wasn’t random; it was a miracle.

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