Getting Real With Wanda Morrissey
I remember my maternal grandmother telling me about pennies from heaven when I was a child. I didn’t actually believe that angels (our loved ones who’d passed away) would throw down pennies to let us know that they were okay and watching over us. Why would they? And where would they get a penny anyway?
I grew up. Time passed and I forgot about pennies from heaven. Forgot until one particularly bad night at work. I was doing the overnight shift at the store I worked in. I normally worked during the day but had gone on nights to get caught up with a few things. It was a bad night. I had to play around with the computer to get it to work and when I got it running, I couldn’t find the right floor plans. After finding the floor plans, I couldn’t find the right merchandise. And I was missing my paternal grandmother who had passed away just the month before. I was frustrated, tired and cranky. As I trudged down an aisle that I walked down many times that night, I noticed a pile of four shiny new pennies. They hadn’t been there earlier and I was the only one in that part of the store. There is no doubt in my mind that my grandmother sent me those pennies. As I was tucking those pennies in my pocket, the night manager came to tell that they’d found the merchandise that I needed. I got more accomplished in the last two hours of my shift than I had the whole night.
Pennies from heaven – people either believe or don’t. I’ve told this story several times and people have either been touched by it or told me someone else dropped those pennies. Myself, I’m a firm believer. I find it comforting to know that I’m not alone, even when I’m doing stuck working an overnight shift.