When I was younger, Mom told me if I ever found a heads up penny, to give it to her, and it would bring us both good luck, and she'd do the same.
Usually, nothing would happen, but occasionally finding one brought us some small piece of luck.
This penny, however, chilled me inside. Mom's home in bed, where she usually stays now. She's told me she sometimes wishes God would just take her and end her misery.
I walk on, leaving the penny untouched.