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  • It was February 14th of last year. Our field hockey team was preparing to go to Pennsylvania for an indoor tournament the upcoming weekend—two days spent in a stuffy indoor facility sharing cold cut sandwiches and snacks provided by our trainer Sandy who was in charge of food for the weekend.
    After our indoor practice a few of us went to our outdoor field to hit around; it was unseasonably warm for February and we wanted to take advantage of it. After an hour of shooting on cage and practicing our goal celebrations, my friends Alyssa, Kasey, and I decided to leave to go eat. As we were walking and chatting, I happened to glance at the ground where two inches from my feet laid a crisp 100 dollar bill. I thought my eyes were deceiving me until I picked it up and yelled to my friends. Just as they were turning around I saw Kasey run forward, and she also picked up a fresh 100 dollar bill.
    After scouring the area for someone who may have dropped the money (and other bills possibly lying around) we found nothing and continued on our way much happier than we arrived. Although Alyssa didn’t find money of her own, Kasey and I assured her we would celebrate our new wealth with her and the rest of the team. We agreed that we would wait to spend the money until we were back from the tournament and could honor our good luck properly.
    The next day we arrived at practice ready to let the rest of the team in on our plan when our trainer Sandy walked in and glumly told us we were going to have to shorten our list of food requests for the weekend because she had dropped some of the money when leaving the day before. Kasey and I looked at each other and approached Sandy to find out exactly what money she lost. Although our hearts sank when she responded with “Two one hundred dollar bills”, we returned her the money we found and went back to being the poor college students we were just one day earlier.
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