3 cents
Stranger’s gifts
I was running late, as the first of september calls for. A few bags on my back were dragging me slower. I had 50€, I needed 3 cents.
What could I possibly need for 3 cents? Not to buy anything, that’s for sure. Not to throw in a fountain, since one cent would do.
I needed 3 cents.
Such a magical number (it was actually 0.025, but who’s counting?). I ran to a bar, CLOSED, it is still the beginning of September. I ran to a supermarket, they didn’t want to help me. I ran down the street, a fruit shopkeeper (is that how you call them?) was slowly talking to a woman about the difference between a caluma and something else. I didn’t want to interrupt the intellectually mundane conversation they were having. After a couple minutes and a couple glances at my newly bought in London and fraudulent watch (it’s plastic, not metal like the watchmaker promised). I cut into the dialogue and explained my case.
He shaked his head. Business had been slow, it was the first day after all, and he didn’t have change for a 50. Defeated I left. He called and said:
“How much do you need?”
“3 cents”
“Here you are.”
As a hand held out three coins and a smile.
“I’ll be back one day”
As I returned the smile and thanked him infinitely.
Then, me and my three bags ran back to use the best 3 cents I had ever held. Those that came from a kind and gentle soul that made my week, and inspired this text.

That's beautiful. I love when kindness like this finds people 🌺