Why I Carry 31 Cents In My Pocket Every Day
“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.” ~Thomas Campbell
Each morning, as my father would drop me off in front of St. Michael’s School in San Antonio, Texas, he would give me 31 cents from his pocket coin purse: a quarter for a hot lunch in the cafeteria, a nickel for the bus and a penny for the transfer. His words to me as I opened the car door, would always be the same, “Be careful!”
I now realize what he was really saying, “Be careful because I love you and I don’t want anything to happen to you!“
My dad was a barber who worked hard to give my brother, and me, the education he never had.
To this day, I carry 31 cents in my pocket as a reminder of those mornings and my dad, who passed away in 1988.