Good Deeds by Jim Washburn

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High pressure water slams hard into his face. Blinded and utterly stunned the playboy slams on the brakes, but as usual, his foot is on the accelerator and the car zooms forward.
Hurtling down the empty side of the street the now panicked playboy still thinks he should be stopping not speeding up. The car flies through the next intersection against the light, just missing a bus then striking the curb. The car smashes into a newsstand shattering it with the force of the collision. Fragments of wood fly everywhere and the bulk of the ruins fell into the car and onto the dazed and injured playboy.

Fortunately the merchant was standing outside the small wooden structure when the Ferrari hit but he was nonetheless struck by pieces of the frame which knocked him down and gashed his face.
Through blood filled eyes he saw his newsstand was wrecked, its contents scattered all over the street and sidewalk. Money, papers, tickets, magazines and all manner of merchandise was blowing in the gusting wind. He looked around frantically for help.
People nearby moved in his direction, but instead of help they began stealing everything they could get their hands on from this unexpected windfall. He shouted at them to stop and return his possessions but they ignored him.

Two vagabonds had grabbed a large packet of instant lottery tickets and ran off with them giggling in their alcohol induced euphoria, each thinking of how much more Thunderbird they might get with their winnings.
Not content to share the vagabonds began to fight over their prize and were soon rolling around punching, kicking even biting each other yanking at the bundle of tickets. Not surprisingly the plastic wrap burst and individual tickets began to swirl wildly around in the wind while their erstwhile owners tried to gather them in.

One ticket soared upward and in moments had sailed over several rooftops and streets. Caught in the lee of a large building the wind died and the piece of cardboard fluttered slowly to the street. It landed in front of the man who stooped to pick it up.
At that point the rain began and he moved to shelter under an awning. He scratched the silver covering off of the front of the ticket.
"Well what do you know a $5 winner!" he said to nobody in particular. Thinking on the day he realized that when you do a good deed for someone it improves the world, even if only slightly, and can come back to you in unexpected ways.
"I'm going to make it a point to do more good deeds from now on." He said sincerely.