A friend of mine called me this morning to ask if I’d like her to share what she learned in a recent class on money. I was intriqued. The information she shared was very thought provoking and—after six pages of notes—I have a lot to ponder. One of the most powerful observations was how people react when they see money on the ground. You’ve no doubt picked up a penny. Well, maybe not. The shift in my thinking was this: I’ve always picked up change and, on occasion, bills, when fortunate enough to find them. But when I did so, I always felt as if I was needy and that I snatched these up out of lack. Maybe, I even felt a little embarassed. However today, I realized this isn’t the case at all! Money is coming to me for a reason; I am attracting it. Bev told me about an experiment she conducted in an airport. She dropped pennies on the floor then sat back to see who’d pick them up. 99% of the people just walked on by, not noticing them or not caring at all. Until one very graceful and well-dressed woman glided by and effortlessly picked up the shining coins, then kept moving toward her destination. This happened twice with two different people.
I thought of all my bowls and jars full of dimes. I find dimes. Sometimes, I find pennies or dollar bills or even $10 or $20 bills, but most of the time, dimes. I still don’t know the exact meaning of the dimes but I know there is something magical about them. I put them in special places—two of which were given to me by my sister who I lost to cancer earlier this year. I drop them into the pretty vase or the tiny French sugar bowl, and I say thank you. I tell my sister I am grateful to have had her for a sister. I tell her I love her and that I miss her.
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