damn my conscience
I found $1600 in a bank envelope in the parking lot at the QT by our house when I was getting out of the truck today. I didn't even go in the store. When I saw it, I knew what it was, snagged it up and left. I was shaking and looking in the rearview mirror the entire two blocks back to our house trying to check if anyone was following me. Any other time I would have taken it inside to turn it in in case someone came looking for it because that's the honorable thing to do. But this time I didn't. I'm really hurting for money right now. As in, I have NOTHING coming in and they're about to turn off everything. I feel guilty about this. Really guilty. But.... on the other hand.... maybe it was a guardian angel looking out for me and it was supposed to be mine?