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Found Money
A tale of hope, inflated
A woman and her husband opened their first bank account as a married couple. He was a spender and she was a saver, but a few hard times over the years convinced the man that saving was the wise thing to do. She was a stay-at-home mother of one child, but she liked to make crafts and art of various kinds, and would sometimes sell them on weekends. She saved every single dollar she earned. Her husband got up to saving a quarter of his pay. They had stability, and were able to get everything they needed, pay for their own home completely, buy good-quality food, and so far, able to maintain their savings rate.
The phone rings. Someone from the government, asking you to come down to the local Social Security office and bring identification. They have some property “of value” to give you. You decide it’s worth the rush-hour traffic on your day off, grab your jacket, and head out the door before they close. You’re excited, of course!
You come to find that your great, great, great grandparents were in fact, the woman and her husband. You are the only living relative they can find since your own parents passed a few years back. You have a moment of thankfulness for your good fortune, as well as being thankful that your relatives had the wherewithal to set aside savings, which has been very hard for you to do. Though, you feel bad they…
