11 Dec Good Things Are Always Happening
The Uber driver hopped out before I could reach for the trunk. He lifted my bag, then paused and bent to pick something up from the ground. “A penny,” he said, holding it up between two fingers. “It’s my lucky day.”
I joked that finding good luck pennies might become harder now that they aren’t being produced anymore. He looked momentarily puzzled, as if the supply of luck had nothing to do with the supply of coins. He slipped the penny into his coat pocket and closed the trunk with a small, contented nod.
We drove in a comfortable quiet for a few minutes. Then traffic slowed near the interchange and he put on his blinker. The lane was tight, but a car eased back to let him in. He smiled, lifted his hand in a wave, and said, “See that? How lucky. That driver didn’t want us to miss the exit.”
My phone chimed. I checked the screen. “Oh good, my flight is still on time.”
He gave a pleased little laugh. “Your day is lining up for you.”
A while later, my phone buzzed again. I laughed as I looked at the screen. “My daughter just sent me a picture of a cat saying good morning with its fur sticking up everywhere.”
He grinned wide. “She is sending you love first thing in the morning. That is a good start to any day.”
When we reached the airport, he found a spot right at the curb. “Perfect,” he said. “Now you don’t have to walk far in the cold.”
I stepped out with my suitcase and he reached into his coat pocket. Holding the penny toward me, he said, “Here, for you. Good things are always happening.”
For the rest of the day, tiny good moments kept finding me, changing what I was willing to see.