On family road trips, a familiar sound would fill our car as my brother, John, looked through roll after roll of coins in search of treasure. We would stop at small town banks along whatever road we were traveling, where John would buy a couple hundred dollars worth of coins. He would buy half-dollars, quarters, and dimes in search of the old ones made of silver. Rolls of pennies were bought in hopes of finding old wheat pennies.
The mother of all finds, the one that really kept him searching through thousands of pennies, was a very specific one. It was the 1909 VDB S. It was such a rare coin that back in the 1970’s it was worth well over two hundred dollars.
It was the three letters, VDB, that set this penny apart. They were the initials of the engraver who designed the wheat penny for the mint in San Francisco (ergo the “S”). He came close at least once. It was on a trip to visit our grandparents in West Virginia, and he had found a penny on which the “1909” and the “S” were clearly visible. Alas, even after examining the penny under our great grandfather’s old microscope, there was no sign of the “VDB”.
Undeterred, John kept looking. He was driven by hope. Hope that was based on the fact that somewhere out there was a penny waiting to be found. With every roll of pennies unwrapped, he increased the odds that he would be the one to find it.
Hope can be such a strong motivating force in life. Back then, for John, the hope of finding silver, or a plain old wheat penny, or even the highly coveted 1909 VDB S was all John needed to continue his search.
In light of such memories, I find myself asking what fuels my hope. What is my 1909 VDB S?
On the one hand, my hope is fueled by the examples that were set for me when I was young. Examples set by my parents, brother, and other family and friends. They gave me hope back then, and still give me hope now, that by simply doing the next right thing in life, I can find both serenity and fulfillment.
On the other hand, I draw hope from the other recovering drug addicts in my life. As I watch others live out their recovery, they offer me a kind of hope I cannot find in the examples from my youth, because addiction is not something I saw in my early years. Just as most people never considered that there might be treasure in simple rolls of coins, I had no idea that something like recovery for drug addicts even existed.
That night that Amanda and I first met online, I might have admitted to myself that drugs were tearing my life apart, but I was certainly not ready to face the fact that I am an addict. However, as the two of us chatted back and forth, and she opened up about how the Twelve Steps and recovery were changing her life, that first glimmer of hope began to shine in my spirit. Though I kept my own drug abuse a secret from her at first, I wanted her to keep talking about spiritual principles, and how her life was being transformed.
It wasn’t long before we were on the path toward recovery together. We’ve unwrapped a lot of life’s coins since then, and we’ve found a lot of treasure. Like so many other addicts before us, we have discovered life’s 1909 VDB S wheat penny. Though no where as rare or hard to find as that penny, it is of even greater value. We are driven by the hope that we can know God’s will for our lives, and that we have the power to carry it out. All the hope we need to continue the search.
Have a remarkable day!