I Owe Him My Life
My grandpa went off adventuring as a young man with some of his pals: a buddy who boxed and a buddy who played guitar. My grandpa didn’t have any special skill like that, so he washed dishes.
These three guys just ambled across America, boxing, strumming and scrubbing for enough cash to make it to the next town. After a while, the adventures tapered off and the other two fellas made their way back to their corners of the world–but my grandpa couldn’t scrounge up the money to get back to Illinois.
So he kept washing dishes for quite some time, hoping for a lucky break. That break came in the form of a wallet he found lying on the sidewalk with enough cash for a bus ticket back home. He wasted no time.
He met my grandmother back in Illinois, settled down, started a family. And as a result, I exist.
Sometimes I think about that man that lost his wallet, and how mad he must have been when he realized. I owe him my life.
Story credit: Reddit / TiredMold