|Me and my daddy.|
The conversation went as follows:
Dealer: (checking internet) I see only a few were minted. Very interesting coin. How much do you want for it?
Me: I don't want to sell it, I need to know a value for insurance purposes.
Dealer: (takes coin and throws it back on the counter towards me) This is a re-strike.
Me: How can you tell?
Dealer: The 8 is larger than the 9
Me: Could I use your magnifying glass to see? (hands me glass) I don't see any difference.
Dealer: It's not a re-strike, it's a re-pour. This coin has no value.
I left the coin dealer and as I drove home I wept. I wept for my father who was once again duped by someone he helped financially. I wept for my father who would give the shirt off his back to those that needed it. I wept for my father and for how many times people continued to abuse his kindness and love.
Something made me stop at another coin dealer in town. I took it in and it so happened that there was a coin dealer from New York who was very familiar with South African coins. I asked him to look at the coin as I was told that it was a re-strike or re-pour. He looked at the coin and he told me that is was genuine. It was the real thing. His advice was to send it into NGC for appraisal.
The relief that washed over me was immense. Finally someone had not duped my father. When my father was murdered and I was going through all of his things I came across a wooden box. I opened the wooden box and was in disbelief. There were hundreds of pieces of papers of IOU's that people had signed of money they 'borrowed' from my father. There were promises of paybacks and dates. The amounts were incredulous. To this day not one of those people have come forward to repay the loan. We as a family made a decision not to approach those people. That is not what my father would have wanted.
I am my father's daughter. I give of my heart too freely. I love too deeply and I trust blindly. I am the first to be there to pick someone up when they have fallen. I am the first to be someone's cheerleader when their depression engulfs them. I am the one that gently pushes and helps people towards their dreams and goals.
My mother reminded me today that I will always be who I am. That I will always be my father's daughter.
And that is something to be proud of.