The Power Ball jackpot was over $300,000,000. I decided that the millions upon millions could come in handy, so I bought a ticket.
When I purchase a Lotto ticket, which isn’t often, the ticket-to-my-own-personal-fortune clanks around in my wallet for weeks. Because the drawing has long passed and the numbers are no longer posted, the clerk must verify the ticket.
I approach customer service and hand my tiny goldmine to the clerk to scan the numbers. I admit to holding my breath ever so slightly while telling myself it probably won’t be a winner… probably.
“Sorry, it’s not a winner.” the clerk says efficiently, robbing me of my aspirations of becoming a ga-zillionaire through a $2 investment. “Do you want me to throw away the ticket?”
Hmmm. Since you asked, I have to think about that now. Do I want YOU to keep what moments ago was a ticket-to-my-own-personal-fortune?
Sure, most people are honest, but I work in Criminal Justice where there are always two scenarios.
A) You are an honest clerk who will dispose of my losing ticket in a recycling bin.
B) You are a thief in a clerk’s costume who will take my ticket-to-my-own-personal-fortune and whisk away to Switzerland or wherever rich thieves who steal Lotto tickets go.
Temptation abounds when there is much power to be wielded.
Who do you trust? I trust those who inspire me. I trust the Board at SowHope where the aspiration is to stand beside women and their children around the world.
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