A couple years back, I was walking in a park in Los Angeles, and right there on the

dirt pathway, I saw an envelope.

It was soiled, had footprints all over it, joggers, people walking their dogs had just been cruising

right by it.

I picked it up and saw that it was still sealed.

The front of the envelope was covered in these colorful childish stickers.

There was a reindeer, two adorable dogs, a fine unicorn, and then in big letters written

in blue ink, there was a name.

Lottie.

I debated whether I should open it, but obviously I had to.

Inside there was a note wishing Lottie a happy 17th birthday.

The card was signed by someone named Frux.

And inside that note, there was money.

$100, just a crisp $100 bill chilling inside this letter in a busy park in Los Angeles.

I'm not gonna lie, my first thought when I saw the cash was pure excitement.

I immediately went over to my husband who was sitting on a nearby bench.

I told him, maybe we could go to a fancy dinner tonight, or maybe we could splurge at Costco.

But then, after just a minute of daydreaming, it hit me.

Maybe I shouldn't keep this money at all.

Had it just been some cash that it stumbled across without a sentimental note, then maybe

I could keep it?

But even then, is that the right thing to do?

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