I franticly pull on my favorite pair of black dress pants and a white silk blouse. I overslept yet again. I have been plagued by insomnia for the past three weeks. I didn’t fall asleep until 2:30 in the morning last night. My head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and so does my mouth. I rush toward the bathroom. And stub my toe on a pile of books I left on the floor yesterday. I scream out an expletive. I have never been able to figure out why it hurts so much when a toe is stubbed. I lean over and hold my toe, hoping it will stop throbbing.

When I finally stop cursing, I hop over to the sink on one foot to wash my face, brush my teeth and gargle mouthwash. I brush my red curly hair into a bun.  I rush to the kitchen and grab my keys off the kitchen table.

I head out the door to the garage. I shove the garage door up. God, how I wish I could afford an electric garage door opener. I back out of the garage. Put the emergency brake on the car and get out and slam the garage door shut.

I jump back in the driver’s seat, and off I go. As I drive down the street, I can see that Route 50 is absolutely packed. I’ll probably have to sit for five or ten minutes just waiting to make a left turn. The traffic on Route 50 is unbelievably crowded if you are heading into the city from the suburbs.

I finally manage to edge my way onto the highway. I‘m off, going ten miles an hour. Why you ask? Because someone has had an accident somewhere ahead of me on Route 50. I’m going to be in hot water if I’m late again. I already had a warning last week.

Oh good, it looks like the accident in front of me is clear. I’m on my way again. I put some music on to calm my nerves. I reach into my purse for my change purse and blindly search through the change for my lucky coin. It never fails me. Whenever I’m under the gun, all I have to do is keep my lucky coin in my pocket and everything turns out perfectly.

My Uncle Pat gave me this silver dollar for my tenth birthday. He promised that it would bring me good luck whenever I really needed it. And it always has from that day forward. Whenever things are difficult. All I do is put the coin in my pocket and rub it. And sure enough, by the end of the day, things will have improved immensely.

My Uncle Pat lived in Philadelphia, and we lived in a small town in Southern New Jersey. I loved it when he came to visit us. He would call ahead and let my mother know what time his bus would arrive at our corner. I would wait until it was almost time for his bus to get to our street, and then I would run as fast as I possibly could down our street to Main Street. And sit down on the bench at the bus stop and wait for his bus to get there.

When the bus pulled over to the curb, I would be waiting there for him with a big smile on my face. “Hi Uncle Pat, I’ve been waiting for you. I missed you.”

“Hello, Jenny, how are you?’

My Uncle Pat always said the same thing to me every time I saw him. He would say,” I have a surprise for you. Guess what it is?”

He always gives me the same thing, a coin. Sometimes it’s a quarter, and other times it was a dime. Either way, I’m happy because as soon as I walked him down the street to my house, then I would run down the street to buy some penny candy at the candy store.

“Come on, Jenny, guess.”

And then I answer, “is it an elephant?”

He looked at me and says,” how do you always know what’s in my pocket? You must be a mind reader.”

Then he hands me a coin, and I smile from ear to ear. Because nothing made me happier than seeing him laugh. My Uncle Pat was tall and had a huge belly that bounced up and down when he laughed. His hair was bright red and wavy. He laughed a lot. He was such fun to be around, always laughing and telling silly jokes.

But that day, he pulled a silver dollar out of his pocket. I’ve never seen one before. I thought it must be worth a fortune. “Uncle Pat, thanks so much. This is the best present anyone has ever given me.”

“You’re welcome, Jenny. But don’t spend this silver dollar because it isn’t an ordinary coin. It’s magic. When you are having a tough time, put it in your pocket and rub it, and soon your problems will be gone. Whatever you don’t lose it. And don’t give it away. It will only work for you, no one else. The magic is just for you, Jenny. We better keep moving, or I’ll be late for lunch, and your mother will have a bird.”

He always says, “your mother will have a bird.” It just means she’ll be upset.

As we walked down the street, my uncle kept stumbling. I began to worry that he’ll fall. And I‘ll never be able to pick him up. He’s really big. By the time we arrive at my house, I‘m a nervous wreck. Because I kept thinking he’s going to fall. But thank goodness, he didn’t.

I yank open our front door and yell at the top of my lungs,” Uncle Pat’s here, Uncle Pat’s here.”

My mother calls out from the kitchen, “dear god, Jenny, are you trying to wake the dead?” Stop yelling. My mother walks into the vestibule and says, “Pat, come in, come in and take a load off. I have the coffee on, and your lunch is almost ready.”

Ever since the day that my Uncle Pat gave me the silver dollar, I always kept it in my pocket. And if I was really having a tough day, I  take it out and rub it. And think about what my Uncle Pat said.

And it never failed by the end of my day; whatever I was worried about would seem small and insignificant. And I would stop worrying about it. As I grew up, I began to understand that  I couldn’t control all the things in my life that didn’t go perfectly. I was able to control most things. While I was still in school, I realized that if I studied and prepared for my classes, I didn’t have to worry about failing. If I planned ahead. I wouldn’t have to worry about something that might happen. Of course, you can’t be prepared for everything that might happen. But I was lucky because I had my lucky coin. Sometimes, I rubbed it so hard for so long that I realized I was wearing it out.

As I grew up, I needed my lucky coinless and less, but I still keep it in my pocket, just in case. I know it will always be there for me if I ever need it. I’m an adult now, and I realize that the magic that coin held for me was self-confidence. That no matter what problem I face in life. I will be able to handle it. And I have. My Uncle Pat was a wise man.

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