I had to go to the bank today, I didn’t want to but I had to — there was some business to transact that was more urgent than my desire to put it off. We were in the middle of the world’s first-ever ‘lockfew’ ( curfew+lockdown) which meant that every activity was in, out, and back home. I anticipated the long line at the bank, everybody might have the same idea as me — they wanted to get in, get out and get back home.
As I circled the town square I spied a parking space in a far corner. It was good enough for me so I quickly pulled into the empty spot and taking a quick swig of my herbal brew, I gathered my back, locked the door, and was soon making my way towards the bank. On a park bench sat a man, he appeared deep in thought so not wanting to disturb him, I said a quick hello and continued my walk. I wondered what he was doing on the bench, he did not appear homeless but he gave off ‘no-home’ vibes. Obviously being at home was not the best place for him or else he would not have been on that bench before 8 in the morning in the middle of a lockfew.
The line was not too long and after a few minutes’ wait, I was inside and conducting the business I had to do. Done in less than a half-hour, I decided to stop at the atm to get a few dollars just in case I needed cash to pay for something. I took the five crisp twenty-dollar notes from the machine and put them in my bag — it was a big bag, actually, it was one of my spiritual-art-inspirited reusable bags that I had bought for myself. There was more than enough room for my purse, documents, bottled water, keys, and a few dollar notes.
I made my way back to my car and as got nearer, I decided to take out my keys and have them ready for a quick exit out of the city. As I put my hand in my bag to feel for the car fob, I heard a flipping sound — the wind was rummaging in my bag. Thinking it was the receipt from my bank transaction, I looked around to see if it had blown away. Not noticing anything, I shrugged, removed my keys, and got into my vehicle. The man on the bench sat looking at me. I gave a small wave and was off.
Once home, I decided to sit for a few moments in my garden absorbing the morning sounds, watching the birds flit among the leaves busying themselves for the day. I had work to get done but a few minutes would not hurt anyone. I sat on my favourite seat and relaxed, feeling the morning breeze gently massage my face and neck — this was the life, this was what happy felt like, this was what ease and abundance felt like. I could have stayed there all day but work was calling so I had no choice but to obey.
“Let me secure those notes,” I said to myself, “before I end up forgetting them in the bag.”
I counted out the notes 1…2…3…4, a note was missing. I looked some more in the bag. It must be there, I had gotten five notes from the machine.
Suddenly my head grew light and my mind’s eye conjured up the man on the bench. The flipping sound that I had heard as I walked through the square was Universal Forces sending him the $20 he had been asking for.
I smiled and said thank you for making me the conduit that answered the man’s request. Putting the remaining notes in my purse, I got up from my seat and made my way out of the garden. I had some humanning to do.