The Lord watches over his flock. As a child, had the opportunity to find fool’s gold in rocks carried home from vacation up north. Once home, mined them with hammer. No gold in return, but a bit of something flew into my eye while mining. Dr. removed the bit of ‘gold’; which was not near enough to pay his bill :-/ A promise made to my parents never to attempt to mine ever again.
A pocket miner! Good story. So you’ll appreciate this mining story by Mark Twain...
http://www.online-literature.com/twain/roughing-it/62/