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Ten Cents From Mac
This article was written by Jac T. Beauchamp
I recall a conversation I had with my mother, Mrs. Howard J. McNally, not long after she had a stroke and was failing rapidly.
“I’ll tell you something that is sort of scary,” she began. “Last week, I had a dream about Mac [Mother’s name for her late husband]. In the dream, he was sitting in a chair, and he said that he had come to help and advise me.
“‘But you are dead,’ I told him.
“The dream was so powerful that it awakened me. The following morning, when I carried my coffee into the living room, I saw a dime on the seat of the chair by the door, where I always sat.
“All day I wondered about the dime. For two days I’d been unable to get out, so consequently I had not gone near my purse. And there are no pockets in my slacks out of which it could have fallen.
“The next morning the same thing happened: I found a dime on the chair. After I wondered and wondered, I felt a bit scared. So before I went to bed, I counted all of my change in the apartment. The next morning, another dime! I counted my change, and it was the same amount as it was when I counted all of it last night.
“Then it hit me. Back when we lived in Dover, Delaware, Mac saved dimes. He would get dime wrappers from the bank. He would break a bill before he’d use a dime.
“Once the answer came to me, no more dimes ever appeared on the chair. Was it his way, like a poltergeist, to send me a message through that dream? Was it a premonition?”
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