I’ve been debating back and forth all day on this. The whole image becomes either incredibly positive, or incredibly bleak, depending on my mood.
At times, I think that someone was hurt, and experienced a loss: a random traveller mugged in the alley. At other times, I think that someone was blessed: they found a discarded bit of luggage in a dumpster, and opened it like a Christmas present.
I guess this is just like anything else we encounter in the day to day – it all depends on how we want to view it, for good or ill.
