One of my Starbucks customers gave me a $5 bill in August. She told me to put it in my shoe and that I would know when I was supposed to give it away. I didn't know if I would ever 'know', but guess what? Today is that day. Because I had forgotten about that stinky five dollar bill since Malaysia when my shoes ripped and I replaced them with my fake Pumas and then again in Japan when I replaced those Pumas with Nikes because my feet were hurting from the fake Pumas.
Yesterday I washed the insoles of those Nikes and there was that five dollar bill. And I heard God whisper to me what to do with it.
