My grandma Ethel M. Schmidt had just passed.
Not long after, I started noticing something strange.
Shiny coins.
Not just coins… brand new ones.
Dimes and quarters that looked like they had just come from the mint.
Parking lots. Store floors. Random places.
Too clean to ignore.
I mentioned it to my mom.
She hadn’t seen anything like that.
And I could tell she wished she had.
The day of my grandma’s celebration of life, we gathered with family and friends.
Later that night, after everything wrapped up, my parents stayed behind to clean up.
When they were heading out to the car, my mom felt something hit her leg.
She turned around.
A dime was spinning on the ground behind her.
Brand new. Shiny.
She looked around.
No one was there.
Nothing nearby that could have caused it.
Just that dime… circling to a stop.
When she told me, I didn’t need to explain it.
She already knew.
Sometimes signs don’t show up when we’re looking for them.
They show up when we’re ready to see them.
Where this story leads next…
The clock that always stopped at 1:24
The woman in the hallway
The bracelet worked a little too well
If this resonated with you, you’re not alone.
