Dimes & other secrets

Before my father died a few years ago I went to visit him in Florida. ( I know before you stop reading this isn't a sad story  a long story yes but just the same, please continue if you will.)

Anyway we went out on an errand and as I came round the other side of the van to get his walker out, he was looking at the gravel pointing and saying is that a dime? I looked but the sun at high noon beating down on us, so intense in the gulf, that I saw nothing and said so.  He said,"look again"and sure enough about ten ft. away there was a dime and I handed it to him which he handed back and said "no you keep it". My Dad was always finding money on the streets, especially in New York City where he worked.  I could tell you about my find of 6000 Marks in Berlin but that is for another story. So I pocketed the dime. A few months after he was gone things began to happen.  I was in my health club and choosing a changing locker as I opened up an empty one,  there was a dime.
I went for a swim and after went into the empty 4 person sauna and there was another dime waiting for me. It was about 2 in the afternoon and there was no one- amazingly enough at this small club in NYC.

So far over the past two years, dimes have been lined up on 7th Avenue in the West Village in single file - 6 shiny & brand new ones  in front of me. On the phone trying to find a secluded doorway to talk in -a pile of dimes waiting for me in that empty doorway. There was a dime when I took a different path home. Once crying my eyes out in the pouring rain one evening, coming home from an abusive job experience in the middle of the street, a dime. I actually went back, picked it up and yelled at the sky " couldn't you have made it a quarter!" There have been numerous times, too many to recount &
I 'm not sure what all it means but there certainly a lot of metaphors going on here.  I hope by telling you these secrets they won't stop coming.

When I went back to  the Florida house,  helping with the hot water heater flood, I was  throwing out his damaged clothing and in the last article of clothing his green fleece vest  there was a single dime.
There have been countless salespeople  who apologetically  given me just dimes in change, and each time it has been a reminder. I just thank them and say I like dimes.