I felt scammed.  A couple of Saturdays ago, I deposited into my bank account two $870 counterfeit US Postal Service Money Orders that were mailed to me by someone named Maria from Kokomo, Indiana.  Lunar Report donations?  Hardly.  

Now, I say I “felt” scammed because the money orders were bogus.  But Maria or whoever did the scamming never contacted me, I never provided a service or product, so I was out nothing except a major hassle.  Bank Of America did close my bank account because of that deposit.  But what did the scammers get?  Nothing.  They even spent $17 on overnight postage just to get the damned things into my mailbox.  And if there is someone out there who, for whatever reason, just wanted to screw me and my bank account, they could have done the same thing with just ONE counterfeit money order, right?

So what gives?  Why pay for and do just a partial scam?  What idiots!  

After exhausting all ideas as to why Maria from Kokomo would do such a thing, and after coming up with no logical explanation, well, yes – I began to worry and fret.  And I began to wonder why it was that I wasn’t worried about my financial ruin and eviction in the first place, and why, frankly, God would ease my situation and then pile it back on again the way He did.  I landed in denial just a bit.  “Surely Bank Of America made a mistake,” I kept thinking.  “God wouldn’t do such a thing for me and then take it away.”

Well, Bank Of America made no mistake, and after about a day of wondering and fretting and doubting, a dear old friend and client came through with some work and an advance to take care of the money issue.  But what the hell was that weekend all about?  What did it all mean?   Why did things shake out the way they did, and why were the bogus money orders almost exactly the amount I needed to avoid eviction?  I will probably never be able to answer those questions.  

I really wasn’t worried about things before Maria from Kokomo entered my life.  I should have been, but I wasn’t.  Still, I needed a little peace and some rest.  And I got some of both.  A day and a half’s worth.  During a raging storm of financial despair and uncertain future, God gave me a day and a half to be euphoric and to live in total peace.  I would have kind of rather had the $1740.  But the day and a half were needed as well.

Monday brought new challenges.  But Saturday night, Sunday and Sunday night, I rested.  And I lived in a peaceful world of promise and contentment.  It was just a day and a half, but you know what?  It was so much more than what Maria from Kokomo intended.  And that whole thing allowed a good friend and client to shine again like he always has.

And I am more grateful for the rest and the friend than I would be for all the money in Indiana.

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