The kid in me was thrilled to see a scattering of pennies at the base of a parking meter. The driver obviously had no use for them. But as I moved to retrieve them, I relived a high school scene. I’d seen a penny in the hall and bent down to pick it up. It had been glued to the floor. As I rose, mortified that I’d fallen for the trick, I heard the boys’ laughter and words about Jews always stopping to pick up a penny.
Banishing the memory, I picked up the pennies, all 19 of them, and put them in my pocket. Martin and I went on to have a lovely dinner and when I got home I put the copper Lincolns in our tzedekah box. It is nearly full. Soon I’ll empty it and donate the contents to a shelter or food pantry. I hope those boys grew up and grew wise. You don’t have to be a Jew to know that even small change can make a difference.
Pennies add up Add your pennies together with my pennies and before you know, we will have a dollar. Think of how much we could give to tzadakah if everyone put their found pennies together.
Absolutely!
I loved .. even small change can make a difference. That definitely has a double meaning. Very powerful and full of wisdom
Thank you, Fredda. Exactly my intent, the double meaning.