One of my precious things is a leather wallet Grandpa made when he was in CPS during World War 2. You can read more about his experience here.
In the past, I have used the wallet to hold checks or papers related to Lyndaker Inlay, though recently it has been empty.
Or so I thought.
This week, as I was reorganizing my shop, I rummaged around inside the wallet and found a 1941 Wheat Penny!
I couldn’t help but think that the penny had been in the wallet ever since Grandpa’s time in CPS.
Holding the penny in my hands, I started humming the song I used to sing at summer camp.
Love is something if you give it away. You end up having more.
It’s just like a magic penny.
Hold it tight and you won’t have any. Lend it, spend it, and you’ll have so many they’ll roll all over the floor.
I am grateful to Grandpa for his legacy of love and generosity. Finding this “magic penny” is a reminder to me that the main reason why I do this work is to share that legacy with others.
So I will put the penny in a special place in my workshop.
And I’ll find a good use for Grandpa’s wallet.
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