While walking across an open, grassy field, I became excited as my hand swooped toward the ground like an eagle attacking its prey.

I picked up half of a $5 bill. I continued to walk around looking for the other half but thought to myself it would be impossible to find it on such a windy day.

As I lifted my head, I spotted the other half of the bill tangled in crabgrass.

Somehow, finding two halves of a ripped $5 bill felt better than working for a twenty.