Finding Jacksons

"Sweet!", I thought with the first one I found in my winter coat pocket. It's always a nice surprise to discover a forgotten-about folded $20 bill in a random pocket, like a package that comes in the mail when it's not your birthday or Christmas. A few days later, the second one fell out of a book that I had been reading. "Hmmm", I mused, not remembering ever being so wealthy that I could use a $20 bill as a bookmark. When the third one turned up in my utensil kitchen drawer, and another neatly tucked into my nightstand drawer, I began to wonder how I could be this absent-minded, and "When did I ever have this much cash?!" But this morning, while dusting, I unearthed yet another under my bird-watching book. And I realized: someone has planted these here for me to find. I quickly tried to remember who all has been over in the last few months, but there are too many of you to sort through. Each neatly folded bill has appeared at a time when financial worries tried to weasel their way into my determinedly positive mindset, blessed us, and helped ease the never-ending strain of single parenting. What a wonderful way to give, without any chance of you receiving recognition back. Whoever you are, you Random $20 Bill-Giver, thank you. And I hope we invite you over again soon.