I found a beat up one-cent coin on the street today, on the way to the book store.
This coin had seen better days. I could see the Lincoln Memorial on the reverse, and Lincoln on the obverse. The coin had obviously been run over by vehicles many times. It was chipped and scuffed and dirty. The date was not readable.
I thought of how many special coins were pulled from circulation over the years and placed in albums. Some were blazing mint state. Some older wheat cents showed good honest wear. And there were rarities that were saved and prized for decades, passing from one collector to another.
But this coin got out into circulation, passed through many hands, and did the job it was made to do. That's what most coins do.
I tossed it into a fountain and made a wish.