So let’s start with what Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, wrote:
Sounds of children’s laughter and joy floated down the stairs. Liam breathed deeply and smiled. Never more content in his life. All thanks to the penny in his hand.
“Don’t forget your change, sir,” she had said. Her smile ignited the flame he thought long dead. A brush of her hand against his, and he was hers.
The ladies in his life, in beautiful red holiday dresses, walked down the steps of the opera house still reveling in The Nutcracker.
“Did you like it, Daddy?” Alice grinned.
“Very much so.” He kissed Alice on the forehead, and held his wife’s hand.
The ringing of the Christmas bell called to the penny, and with a smile and tip of his hat, Liam dropped the penny into the kettle so that it may bring someone else as much love and joy as it had him.
“Thank you, sir and Merry Christmas.”
And here’s where Cheryl took over:
That evening as the Salvation Army Santa Claus emptied his kettle into the bank deposit box, he noticed one of the coins sparkled. He thought it was his tired eyes, playing a trick on him, but there it was, almost begging him to retrieve it. He hesitated only a second or two and then took the penny.
Retiring for the night where he now called home — a shelter for the homeless — he wearily sat down on the blanketed cot and eyed the coin once again. He hoped he wouldn’t be harshly judged by the Almighty for keeping this penny, for indeed it had called to him. Turning it over to read the mint mark and the year, he saw something scratched into the copper.
And now for Fandago‘s contribution:
Edgar donned his reading glasses hoping to better see the unusual etchings on the penny. He looked carefully, seeing that the engravings of the words “In God We Trust,” “Liberty,” and the date, “1955,” on the Lincoln side of the copper coin appeared to be blurry. Edgar became very excited, thinking that this penny might be worth way more than one cent.
The next morning, Edgar went to a friend of his who was a coin collector. When the numismatist looked at the penny, he let out an audible gasp. “Oh my God, this is a 1955 doubled die obverse penny. Edgar, do you know what this means?”
It seems that the ball is in my court now.
Edgar was so excited. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. How much do you think this penny will be worth? He asked his friend. ” I cant really be sure , but it is likely to be in the neighborhood of 25 thousand dollars” was his friend’s reply. Something inside Edgar’s heart seemed to shrivel and die. He would have loved to have such a huge sum of money that could be realized by the selling of this valuable penny! He was living in a homeless shelter, down on his luck and having his meals in the soup kitchens!But there was his conscience which wouldn’t let him keep that valuable penny which wasn’t his, which he had picked up just for luck from the Salvation Army donation kettle.
His mind was at war with his heart. His brain telling him to be sensible and sell the penny and use the money to live a respectable life again but his heart was telling him to give the penny to the people in the Salvation Army. It would make a difference to them too. Twenty five thousand was a lot of money
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