The Penny Jar Lesson

On my grandmother’s shelf sat a heavy glass jar filled with pennies. When I asked why she kept them, she said, “To remember that little things become big things.” We’d count a handful after dinner—slow, clinking math that felt like magic. Years later, I see those pennies in habits: one page read, one kind word, one honest apology. We underestimate the quiet courage of small, repeated choices because they don’t dazzle. But a life is a jar of tiny coins the weight of attention, added daily. What single “penny” can you drop into the jar today?