loose change

I’ve always been a firm believer that things happen for a reason. This morning as I left the house, I impulsively grabbed a pile of quarters sitting on the kitchen counter. A short while later settled on a city bus, a fellow passenger was rounding up change for his fare. Coincidence? Fate? A message from the universe? Perhaps. I have no mysticism to share, just an observation: that one should be cognizant of how they choose to participate in this world. And when possible, they should participate wisely, for the greater good. It almost always prevails.