The Coin

 

Living in a developed nation, chances are that a coin will be on the ground at some point. Many busy sidewalks and walkways have coins scattered about them. The coins have come to rest in their places for a variety of reasons. And on many occasions when a coin is found it is hardly recognized as one. As most coins rest, debris invariably collects on their surfaces, disguising their true identity from view. It is only upon closer inspection that a coin’s identity, and therefore its value, can actually be determined.

 

You might think that a coin in such a condition is not worth the energy and effort required to pick it up and make it useable. And depending on the situation, that might be the case. But that does not mean that the coin’s value itself has changed. The value of the coin is set by what the coin represents, and no matter what happens to it, as long as the coin is accepted it still retains that set value. And I have often wondered why so much effort is put into making coins if even the slightest superficial flaws disqualify them from being used.

 

When I see a person who is, for whatever reason, no longer accepted as being equal to another person, I have to ask myself, does that person’s life have less of a value than another person’s life, or does that life’s value only appear to be less because of that person’s circumstances? Does that life only seem less valuable because it is in an unacceptable condition? And if there is a value to a life, how can it be justified to allow something valuable to be so regularly discarded simply because it is experiencing undesirable circumstances?