Wayback when I was a teen a phone call cost a dime My daddy had some mixed feelings about my now husband at the time We were going out on our first date I brought him in to meet my dad Daddy said don't stay out too late we tried to get out of there fast He slipped a dime in my hand said you call me if you need me at the time I didn't understand Come to find out he saw it all clearly Years have come and have gone by I'm still with that man and I realize I've given too much and over compromised till I'm no longer someone I recognize My daddy passed a long time ago but he still watches over me , I know because for years everywhere I go I'm still finding dimes that say, "Hello" At first I didn't think much of it I'd put them in my pocket and forget But that was merely the onset I have over fifty now, I am blessed Every time that I've needed him there To feel his love, to feel someone cares I'll stumble across one in an odd place and his love brings a smile to my face
This is a true story. My Dad never liked my husband & never wanted us to marry, said he couldn't trust a man who couldn't look him in the eye. Wish I would have listened. When I first started finding dimes (never pennies, nickels, quarters, just dimes) I never put it together, until I was finding them, lots of them after we has serious arguments or I was really lost or very sad. I started saving them after a few years after his passing because it was getting too coincidental, then it started making sense. I moved into a new home in 2017 ,it was empty except a chair, with a dime on it, no kidding. I found one today, I have been contemplating some really tough life altering choices for a while now and am getting answers from him from beyond the grave, and Daddy, I am listening, I am listening.