I had this silver dollar. It was my good luck charm. I knew has long as I had it, nothing could go wrong. My house burned down. I was hit with a car. People around me dropped Like flies. Thank god for that silver dollar I told myself. Just think how bad things would really be without that beautiful charm. Then one day, I took a long look at that silver dollar and realized there wasn’t anything really special about it. I wondered how I could be so blind and not realize that what I was looking at was total surface, nothing with any depth or a heart. I took that silver dollar and threw it into the garbage where it belonged. All of a sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks. All of the hell I was going through was because of that flashy dollar. I look back and I trace every miserable feeling I have had to that dollar and the mind fuck it played on me. This long nightmare is over and I hope that silver dollar isn’t somehow found by another unsuspecting person.
