The Game That Was Worth Waiting For
A story, quote, and lesson about recognizing value before you trade it away.
None of this would’ve happened if she hadn’t gone shopping.
In April 2013, Jennifer Thompson was browsing a Goodwill in Mecklenburg County, North Carolina, when she spotted an old Nintendo game behind the glass counter: Stadium Events. The title hit a nerve. She remembered reading about it, one of those “rarest games in the world” lists that you scroll past and forget… until you don’t.
Jennifer didn’t have money to spare. She had only $30 in her bank account. Still, she drove her 1999 Honda Accord across the street to McDonald’s just to use the Wi-Fi and confirm she wasn’t imagining the value. Then she drove back and spent $8 anyway, hoping the cashier wouldn’t realize what it was and pull the deal back. 
When she took the game to a used video game store in Charlotte to validate it, the employee opened the bag, saw the condition, and blurted out, “Oh my god.” Then he offered her all the money in the register for it.
It would’ve been easy to take that offer. Jennifer and her husband Jeff were scraping by, living in a double-wide trailer, dealing with mice, and trying to crawl forward one coupon at a time. 
But she said no.
Eventually, her copy went to a collector who dropped a $25,000 bid to win it. And for Jennifer and Jeff, the game became something real: a down payment on a house, student loans paid down, breathing room they hadn’t felt in years.
“No other game changes you like this one. You can’t go back after it.”
- Jay Bartlett, an avid games collector and one of the owners of a copy of Stadium Events
Most of us won’t stumble upon a cartridge worth $25,000.
But most of us will face the quieter version of the same moment: the pressure to trade something valuable for quick relief.
Sometimes it’s obvious, selling something you love because rent is due.
Sometimes it’s disguised as “being practical”, taking the job that shrinks you because it pays today.
Sometimes it’s social, saying yes to friends who treat you like an extra, because loneliness feels more expensive than disrespect.
In those moments, the cash register offer is always there.
It’s not evil. It’s just immediate. It’s a fast “yes” that keeps you alive in the short term… while quietly discounting what your future could be.
Jennifer’s story isn’t just about luck. It’s about restraint. About pausing long enough to ask: What is this really worth? Not just in dollars, but in trajectory. Because value has a strange habit: It often looks like nothing right before it becomes everything.
You don’t need to be arrogant to know your worth. You just need to be clear. Clear about what you have. Clear about who you are. Clear enough to avoid making permanent decisions in temporary panic.
So now I ask you:
Where in your life are you tempted to “take the register money”… when the better sale might come later, if you can hold on long enough to see your value clearly?