Foreign Coins in the Footbridge Donation Jar
The old footbridge over Larch Creek had a glass jar bolted to its railing, and anyone who crossed could drop in a coin to help pay for repairs. Every month, Wanjiru and her father counted the contents. That March, they discovered that the jar held coins from places that nobody in their small town had ever visited.
There were bronze pieces from Poland, a thin silver one from Canada, and a scalloped coin with a lion on it that Wanjiru could not identify. "It is almost as if a traveler emptied their pockets here," her father said, "but one traveler would not have dropped twenty."
Wanjiru photographed the coins and spread them across the kitchen table. She noticed that each one had been placed in the jar on a different day, because the paper slips her father used for the counting listed a date beside every deposit. Every Friday there was exactly one foreign coin, and none had appeared on any other day.
She began to wait on the bridge on Fridays. Near four o'clock, a postal truck stopped, and a driver named Mr. Deshmukh climbed out. He took a coin from a small cloth bag, dropped it into the jar, and tipped his cap.
"My route includes the airport sorting center," he explained. "Travelers leave leftover coins in the mail bins, and I figured the bridge could use them. I never get a chance to say hello, so I just leave a coin."
Wanjiru thanked him, and the next Friday she left him a thank-you note taped beside the jar.