As I was on my way through the courtyard to the cafeteria today, I ran into a coworker. He is in his sixties and has a bit of a stoic nature. I've never seen him express much emotion either positive or negative. In fact we've never really exchanged many words at all. He said hello to me and then suddenly said "Stop! There's a penny on the ground." I looked down and saw that there was indeed a penny on the ground. He said "which one of us will get to it first?" as though I was about to duke it out with him over a penny. I said, "that's o.k., you can have it." He picked it up explaining that he liked finding pennies because they brought him good luck. I saw another one a short distance away and pointed it out to him since I thought he would be happy to have double the luck. He picked it up and handed it to me. "Here, now you can have good luck too", he said. I thanked him and placed the penny in my pocket and continued on my way. I have long since stopped believing in the luck of a found penny or wishing on stars or placing hope in such little things. This man has seen a lot in his life, including the murder of a coworker right in front of him. But he still picks up pennies for luck.   ¶ 3:41 PM