Abraham Lincoln was lucky. And unlucky. Or, he accomplished things that changed the course of a nation’s history, and he died before his fight was entirely won. Before he could oversee Reconstruction. Before he could knit a crippled nation back together.
We’re lucky he existed. And unlucky he was taken too soon.
I’m not going to review Stephen Spielberg’s movie or Daniel Day- Lewis’s performance. I have other fish to fry today. But, MTM and I did see the film over the weekend. We both agreed that Daniel Day-Lewis brought Lincoln to life.
It was misty when we exited the theater. Dark when we found the car in the crowded lot. We climbed into Miss Mini and backed out, in a hurry to give another circling vehicle our spot.
MTM put the car in ‘drive.’ A second later, he slammed on the brakes, jumped out of the car and ran around to the front. He bent over and picked something off the ground. When he took the driver’s seat again, he handed that thing to me.
It was a five dollar bill. Folded in half. Face up. Abraham Lincoln stared back at me.
I accused MTM of planting that money, of palming it and creating a theatrical production in front of the car. After some wide-eyed talking, he finally convinced me that he really found it there. In a busy parking lot, with lots of people milling about, someone lost a five.
I guess that’s one way of looking at it.
But, we were both pretty freaked out.
Is my lost fiver is a manifestation of the lucky side of Lincoln? Another sign in a long slog of inexplicable, hair-raising nods from the universe? Someday this will make sense, but for today, I’m just glad someone lost a five dollar bill at the end of Lincoln.
And, MTM found it for me.