Miracle on Decatur Street ~ 'Big Easy Daiquiris'
Leavin' your wallet right on the bar in the French Quarter of New Orleans is... well...
probably the last time you'll ever see your wallet.
I stopped to grab one of those delicious 'slurpees' they make in N'awlins and when I went to take my daughter on the carriage ride she'd reminded me over and over again that I promised her...
I realized what I'd done.
This wasn't gonna end good.
I figured it'd have been nice maybe to get my ID's back...
but by the time we made it back to the bar where Sean works...
He had it waiting for me.
With everything in it.
I was kinda stunned to be honest with you.
I thanked Sean profusely... showed him the level of my appreciation... stopped at the next ATM for a refill to get my daughter the carriage ride of her dreams and let the good times roll on.
I really appreciate that Sean.
You're a good guy.
And I've gotta be more than one half Irish I swear to gahd...
because I gotta be the luckiest guy in the world.
Love and Light Sean.
And a shitload of 'karmic blessings' my man!