October 4, 2007
I’ve found three dimes within the past week. I have found no other coins. Just dimes.
I’ve been finding dimes for quite a long time now. A year. Maybe two. I didn’t notice it at first. I thought it was just random. You know, coins that you find lying around in a parking lot or on a sidewalk or on the floor of your car. I always pick them up. I think it’s bad luck if I see a coin on the ground and don’t pick it up and that for some reason, the universe wants me to have the money. Who knows? Maybe I will need it some day.
After a while, I realized that I was always finding dimes. Occassionally I would find a random penny, but for the most part, it was always dimes. There is an old adage that says “Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is proof.” So I feel like something is going on here. Someone is sending me these dimes. I’m not sure who. Maybe my Grandfather. I’ve only noticed the dimes since he has passed away. He used to collect coins. So if I think it’s from anyone, it’s from him. And I feel like there is a reason why I am finding them. Like it’s a little validation message to say “you’re on the right track”. I could be wrong here, but that’s the feeling I get. So now, when I find a dime, I say thanks to my grandfather and know that I’m going the right way.