One man's trash...

I was in my apartment taking a mental inventory of everything in it and I realized something.  Over half of everything I own I got for free dollars. Certain items were just sitting there on the side of the road begging to be taken in by some kind stranger.  Some treasures were given to me because their previous owners wanted desperately to get rid of them.  In any case they were free and now they're mine and I love them.