I never flipped it over. I never saw the message!
Today I sorted through the pockets of my jeans, sweaters, jackets and bag to find the penny. Thank goodness I found it again. I finally flipped it over and saw for the first time the words, “Hi Ann.” They were so carefully lettered on the back with a Sharpie.
This penny is definitely a keeper.
Picking up found coins is a habit that has waxed and waned through the years. Used to be I would go out of my way to pick up each and every coin I saw.
There was a time I even cared about the date and where it was minted: If the penny has a “D” below the date, it was made in Denver. Those with no letter were stamped in Philly. San Francisco’s “S” pennies were minted off-then-on again until 1974.
Then, like so many others, I started thinking, “Is it worth the effort to pick it up?” Often the answer became, “No,” for pennies, nickels, and even dimes. (As for quarters, it always has been worth the effort.)
When I no longer felt the finders keepers thrill, I would get it vicariously through the smiling eyes of a child. “Excuse me, did you see that nickel on the floor?”
Sadly, even kids no longer consider the effort of picking up a penny, or even a quarter, as “worth it.”
I changed my is-it-worth-it attitude a few years ago while on a walk with my sister.
We were passing through the parking lot of a Goodwill and she picked up a dime and grinned.
I started sharing my observations on all the people who no longer find “such an effort” worth it.
What she said gave me pause.
“There have been many times I couldn’t do that motion. Bend over. Reach down. Keep my balance. Now, each time that I can, I am extremely thankful. Each time I find a coin, I remember how thankful I am.”
As long as I remember, my sister has had a bad knee. It used to go out of joint when we were running in our front yard. She even had her knee cap removed as a teenager, with no replacement put in. (Thank goodness that is an operation they no longer do.) When she weighed 80 pounds more, that didn’t help.
Since that conversation, I have started to once again pick up the majority of coins I see. I won’t endanger my life or make a fool of myself to pick one up. But, other than that, I have gone back to getting a “Finders Keepers” grin, even with a penny.
While the coins may not add up to much, after I dropped 30+ pounds, I too am fit enough to easily snatch, grin, exclaim and move on.
I thought it was any old penny. Eventually my 1987 Denver became priceless, to me anyway.
As for the “Hi Ann!” penny.
I found it outside, near the door of my guy’s condo. I found it, grinned as usual, then just pocketed it.
Later in the day he asked, “Did you find the penny?”
“Huh? Oh, outside your door? Yes…”
“Did you read the message?”
“Message? What message!”
“I wrote, ‘Hi Ann’” on it. I knew you’d pick it up,” he grinned.
Wow. He really does know me well.
I can’t believe he made the extra effort to do that! He’s definitely a keeper, too.
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