Jack wrote this in October, 2006:
He was tuned into all the possibilities. His antennae were wiggling and waving around, discounting nothing, searching for a stroke of luck, open to the possibility, the hope that a lightning strike of fate would drop something of value out of the sky on him.
That guy wasn’t looking for the ‘big win’. He was looking for anything.
The dumpster diver was surrounded by wise, upright citizens who weren’t dumpster diving. Every one of those people had an equal opportunity…. they passed within feet of that million dollars. But their consciousness wasn’t sniffing the air for possibilities.
The dumpster diver was the only human being in the place who was listening to the song of abundance the universe sometimes sings.
He heard the song and he danced.