Years ago I read a charming story about a woman who believed that when you find a penny it means an angel is watching over you or thinking of you, I forget which. I think she was recounting it to a child to comfort them over the loss of a beloved grandparent. Ever since when I find a penny, whether in the street or in my dryer, it makes me stop and think that an angel is thinking of me. Sometimes, its one of my grandmothers, other times one of my parents. No doubt whoever is stirring closest in my sub-consious. It doesn't matter, it almost always makes me smile and gives me a sense of connection to someone I've loved and lost.
And that is why I always stop and pick up pennies that other people leave behind.
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