Does Pokemon still have a place in our hearts
Hey everyone! 👋
I’m a father of five — all still pretty young — and lately I’ve been wondering whether to get them into Pokémon. It sometimes feels like the culture around collecting has become so intense, with all the card hoarding and high prices, that the original wonder might be getting lost.
But recently, I had an experience that reminded me exactly why I fell in love with Pokémon back in the early ’90s, and why I still believe it carries real magic.
So here I am, at a card shop over an hour from home, facing a few hurdles. My nephew’s birthday was coming up, and I also needed to get something special for my wife’s birthday. Money was tight, so I decided it was time to sell some of my beloved old-school cards — Base, Jungle, Fossil, Gym, and Team Rocket — the same ones that had been with me since childhood.
When I arrived, things took a turn. I found out my new truck had a factory recall that made it undrivable, and the warranty didn’t cover towing. I was stuck — broke, frustrated, and honestly just having a rough month.
While I was at the shop, I had this feeling — a prompting — to buy an Evolving Skies pack, even though I knew the odds of pulling anything valuable were pretty slim (3–5%). I ignored it at first, sold my cards, and walked out with heavy sentimental loss but knowing it was for my family. I kept just two: a Meowth Black Star promo and a Fossil Zapdos — both lifelong favorites.
The next day, I had to come back to meet a tow truck (driving my business partner’s Prius this time). That same little voice came again: “Buy one more pack.”
So I did. I asked the staff if I could open it right there at the counter — and inside was an Umbreon VMAX.
For longtime collectors, you know what that means. I never pulled one of the “big chase” cards as a kid, but somehow, in that moment, everything came full circle. I sold it, covered the tow cost, bought a few booster packs to open with my kids, and still had enough left to celebrate my wife’s birthday.
That day reminded me that sometimes, even something as simple as Pokémon can carry real meaning. I truly felt blessed — not just by the card, but by the timing, the joy, and the reminder of how much good can still come from this hobby when it’s shared with family and heart.
Pokémon truly is magical. I’m grateful to be part of a community that still remembers that spark. For me, Pokemon will always have a place in my heart — and I hope my story reminds someone else out there that there’s still wonder to be found in every pack. ❤️✨
Thanks for reading! 🙏
Has anyone else ever had a “perfect timing” pull like that — one that felt like it meant more than just luck? I’d love to hear your stories too!