昨天在紐約回學校的大巴站上看到了這樣一對母女。
媽媽讓女兒撿起我腳附近的一枚5分硬幣，女兒問：Why? mom! I don't want to pick it up. 于是媽媽用腳把那枚如指甲殼般大的5分硬幣挪到了自己身邊，然后彎下腰撿了起來。當她撿起那枚銀幣的一瞬間，她的眼似乎像是放著光，她轉向女兒，說：Honey， it might be useless for now, but imagine, when it's 10:30 at night, and you don't have money at all. It could be the thing that gets you home. You pick up 5 cents then you pick up another 5 cents. Eventually, you have the enough money for going home. Then it is not just the useless 5 cents. ?
那時站在對面的我，無言以對曾經的我，那個不在乎一塊錢以下的 who I used to be.
5 cents means not just useless. Small things go together becoming bigger thing and powerful thing.
Cherish every 5 cents.
