A small copper coin gets a mission.
The cherub told me I must stay still. Someone would find me. My copper shine dulled a bit at that request and the little winged one saw.
“It is your mission to cheer someone up,” he said. “I don’t know who it will be. Only He knows who and why. Maybe you will delight a small child. Then again, some harried adult will stop and pick you up. Just remembering the old nursery rhyme ‘find a penny pick it up and all the day you’ll have good luck’ might turn their day around.”
“Those few seconds lost in the act of picking you up might help save his or her life. You will help them slow down, avoid an accident or just make them smile.”
“One more thing,” the little cherub said. “You will not stay found for long. All of the pennies we send out on missions usually wind up making their ways to those that need them the most. You will find it to be a most rewarding job.”
My copper glow only improved a smidgen. I was not looking forward to being left alone in this big city. As if the winged one knew what I was thinking, he laughed.
“Don’t worry. You will be fine. I will be watching over you.”
With that, he got ready to leave, but not before rubbing me on one of his soft wing feathers to really make me sparkle. Now, it’s off to work!