It’s 2004 and I’m a sophomore at Hofstra. I’d just gotten accepted as one of the younger Citi, Smith Barney at the time, interns after having the balls to take my shot at a job fair. I’m feeling on top of the world, so I go out to celebrate. Somewhere crossing Hempstead Turnpike on the way home from Bogart’s, I drop my wallet and don’t even realize it. Later the police call me and tell me it was found by a homeless man, and to come pick it up. There was $200 in it, and not a single dollar was missing. I still think about that. Every once in a while life taps you on the shoulder and reminds you there’s real good out there. The angels are there if you look.