Finding money you've forgotten about is the best.
When we moved to CT, I found a card from my holy communion
that was from my grandmother & had $50 in it, all in fives. Somehow that managed to stay in one of the drawers going: from my old house, on&off a truck, to the storage unit, on&off a truck again, and into the apt in CT. That was luck. Especially since most of the money I'd been saving in my dresser when I was little was stolen from me. I don't know how I managed that, but it was cool. The end.