On my morning walk, a quarter of the way to the coffee shop, I found a penny and then three more. And then six more. By the end of the block, I had twenty-three pennies. I always pick up a penny for luck. Even if it is an ugly penny, hardly distinguishable for the crud built up on it, I still feel like I have a little luck in my pocket.
Twenty-three pennies, however, made wonder if I might be twenty-three times more fortunate on one day — or if I should spread them out and carry only one (or two) on separate days. I looked online to see if there are best practices for fortune. I found out all kinds of things about what makes a penny lucky.
Although I found some rules for providence, one promising that a nickle is worth five separate days of good chance, I will just have to wait and see.
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