Thank you, Bro. Tim, for explaining that here for all the world to see...lol
When I used to have bipolar (yeah, I was crazy, ya know), I took a $100 bill, tore it up and threw it on the ground...because I hated money. What happened? Well, glad you asked...hehe
They came and took me away to a mental hospital, as a woman called the police. When I was released, someone handed me an envelope with the torn money in it, which I then took to the bank and was given a replacement (probably 20s, though).
About having so much money, amazingly I have found myself in that position...because I'm a tither. Tithing and giving opens up the windows of heaven and God then pours out more than we can spend.
Well, in my case, I'm FAR below the poverty level for those in the USA...but I'm frugal, having few needs. I enjoy keeping a bank account. Pretty good, wouldn't you say, for someone who hasn't had regular liveable income in almost 6 years!!

Ann