Summary: In a This I Believe essay, I read one about believing in God. It was called "Pennies From Heaven". A man lost his wife Linda of forty-three years to a battle with cancer awhile back. He says that ever since he's then he's been finding pennies almost everywhere every day. The first penny he encountered was the day he went to the post office to mail a stack of bills that his wife usually did. She was the one who was in charge of doing that because she was a member of the accounting department for an insurance company. Whenever Linda found a penny, she would put it in her shoe for good luck. He didn't think pennies were worth picking up but he did that day and put it in a jar until it got to full to store anymore and he thought something was up. He's found so many pennies everywhere and some in the same particular places. For example, he always found one underneath a chair at an airport. He claims every penny found has a story and that if he wants to find one, he asks and it will appear. Their son and Linda's sister claim to find them too when they feel troubled. It's like a reminder of Londa and how she was so generous and known for her tasty tuna salad.  She was a caring mother and a loving wife. So each penny found, He believes that they are from Linda sending them from heaven. That god is working his miracles and bestowing them on her family. He's always doubted God but now he believes more than anything.
Response: This TIB essay is very interesting because I personally believe in God too. I can relate to it in a way because each time a family member dies, It rains heavily either the following day, that same day, or two days later and once the clouds clear and the sun comes up, the biggest rainbow shines through from our backyard. I don't think I would change anything about what was being said in print because it was the truth. I like how he stated that "There is a story for every found penny" in his essay because he's reflecting on times together with his wife and being remembered about it instead of horribly mourning is what really matters.