The Dime, the Bolt & the Washer
I just got back from a walk here in Texas, and let me tell you- an earlier walk would have been a much smarter idea. It was hot, and honestly, I wasn’t paying all that much attention. My mind was moving faster than my feet, bouncing between schedules, responsibilities, thoughts, and the general noise life tends to bring with it. As I rounded a corner, I glanced down and saw a dime on the ground. Without hesitation, I bent over and picked it up. Truthfully, I probably would have done the same thing for a penny. I’ve always been a “see a penny, pick it up” kind of girl. There’s something ingrained in many of us that says coins have value, so we notice them.