As you may have guessed, I am a big believer in the principal of karma, rule of three or what goes around comes around. We reap what we sew.
I am also abundantly blessed and even though I bitched about my retirement plan taking a big hit last quarter, I have not had to skip any meals in these troubled times. Never the less, a few months ago, after estimating that my Starbucks habit was costing nearly $100/month, I decided to brew my own and donate the $100 per month to Hawk's local food pantry. I considered it a karmic investment and the Lakota ARE missing meals.
Fast Foreword to my b-day yesterday. My co-worker Julie comes into my office with a large cardboard box (and cupcakes) "Happy Birthday! I found this at my church's garage sale and had noticed that you weren't drinking Starbucks anymore. so..." Inside the box was a Starbuck's professional barista machine.
Now I owe the universe another flavor