posted on Mar, 30 2012 @ 03:53 PM
Pretty much everyone I have told this to you has said so...what the heck I'll admit I'm a bit crazy. Anyway here's the story. This morning I put
some gas in my tank, and remembered the lotto. As of this morning I heard on the news it was up to 600 million. I bought a ticket, paid for my gas
and coffee and was on my way to work when this feeling struck me. Complete panic, like if I were to win this thing, something awful would happen.
Flashes of that final destination movie went though my mind.
Along with those were the questions like...if I were to win this, how would it change me? I have spent my whole life believing that having large
sums of money is not good for the soul. I think it's a rare person who can hang on to that amount of cash and not abuse the power that comes with
it. I thought of the great things I could do with that money, like pay off my parents mortgage, buy a house for my husband and I, set my family up
so they never have to worry about anything, donate to charity... etc. But along with those thoughts came the nagging feeling, that wouldn't be
enough. I felt I would turn into a bad person, or something bad would happen. So I ripped up the lotto ticket into tiny little pieces, and let the
breeze take it. Maybe I'm crazy, my brother said I need to be medicated, my mom called me a retard. Maybe they are right, but I can't tell you how
much better I feel, not having that ticket in my wallet anymore.