This Penny In Circulation is Worth $85,000 – Here’s How To Spot It

Do you know how to spot this penny? Coins are one of those things that are hiding everywhere, and sometimes they can be worth much more than their actual coin value. And most recently, news sources have been reporting that this coin is worth a pretty penny!

According to Coin Trackers, the New York Post, KHOU, and Daily Mail UK, a mint condition 1943 copper wheat penny could earn you more than $85,000! According to KHOU (who consulted with Royal Coin and Jewelry, a Houston dealer specializing in rare coins), in 1943, pennies were made of steel and were additionally zinc-plated to prevent rust. Coin Week explains, “Because copper was needed for purposes relating to World War II, all 1943 cents were planned to be struck on zinc-coated steel planchets.” WATCH THE VIDEO BELOW

At some point during that year, however, a few copper blanks made it into the minting process— and it is these “mistake” coins that are now being sold for amounts somewhere in the 5 and 6 figures. As mentioned, these 1943 copper wheat pennies must be in mint condition to net values in the $85,000 range. But even in lesser conditions, they have still been selling at an average price of $60,000 (according to Coin Tracker). Saul Teichman, an expert in U.S. Mint errors explains (via Coin Week) that collectors drive up the value of the coin, explaining:

“1943 copper cents have a special cachet with collectors. As for market value, the 1943 cents sell for much more than other errors struck around the same time. ” “Many other World War II errors are rarer than 1943 copper or 1944 steel cents but bring a fraction of a price as they lack that special cachet.”

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SOURCE: STEVE LOVEGROVE/DAILYMAIL

According to media sources, coin collectors must be cautious about 1943 copper wheat penny dupes.

Now that these pennies have been getting a lot of attention, the market is rife with counterfeit copies. Coin Trackers said that many fraudsters will file down the left side of the number 8 on a 1948 copper penny to make it look like a genuine from 1943. Others will take a regular steel penny and coat it with a copper covering in order to make it appear like the real deal. If you’re concerned about a counterfeit, Coin Trackers advises using a magnet to test the coin.

As Daily Mail UK explains, “A solid copper penny will not stick to a magnet, while a steel penny with copper plating will.” So, what are you waiting for? Go take a look at your collection, because you may just have one of the luckiest pennies around! Please SHARE this with your friends and family.

I Saw All the Kids Avoiding My Son on Vacation — When I Asked Why, My Heart Broke

Taking my son on vacation felt like a dream come true, but watching the other kids avoid him was a nightmare I didn’t expect. When I confronted them, the truth shattered my heart… and had me marching towards the real culprits: their moms!

Taking my six-year-old son, Jack, on a trip was a dream that I spent years in the making. I’d saved for months to afford a few days at an exclusive seaside resort.

A resort next to the beach | Source: Midjourney

A resort next to the beach | Source: Midjourney

It was the kind of place that boasted private memberships for the well-to-do families who could afford it year-round but also offered guest passes for people like me.

The price wasn’t cheap, but the promise of a pristine beach, a sparkling pool, and endless activities for kids made it worth it. Jack deserved it. As a single mom, I didn’t get many chances to spoil him, and I was determined to make this vacation special.

A woman and her son at a resort lobby | Source: Midjourney

A woman and her son at a resort lobby | Source: Midjourney

The day we arrived, his eyes went wide. “Mom, look at the pool! It’s so big! And that slide! Can we go swimming right now?”

“Let’s check in and unpack first,” I laughed, walking into the lobby of the hotel area. “But don’t worry, buddy. We’ll have plenty of time to explore everything.”

We reached the receptionist’s desk, and I was smiling like a mad woman. It was such a happy moment that I barely noticed the two ladies standing with their expensive bags and getting help from another attendant.

Two women looking at something in the lobby of a resort | Source: Midjourney

Two women looking at something in the lobby of a resort | Source: Midjourney

But I should’ve noted how they wrinkled their noses in my direction. It would’ve saved me a lot of trouble… and heartache.

***

That afternoon, Jack and I headed to the main pool. It was massive, with cabanas around the edges and a waterslide that twisted down into the shallow end.

The pool of a luxury resort | Source: Midjourney

The pool of a luxury resort | Source: Midjourney

My boy clutched his new beach ball and immediately spotted a group of kids playing catch in the water.

“Mom, can I go play with them?” he asked eagerly.

“Of course,” I said, smiling as he trotted over.

I watched as he approached the children with his usual confidence. “Hi! Can I play too?”

The kids stopped and stared at him, then glanced at each other. A few whispered, and then, without a word, they turned and swam away.

Kids by the pool | Source: Midjourney

Kids by the pool | Source: Midjourney

I frowned as Jack returned to me.

“Mom,” he said. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, sweetheart,” I assured him, though I was confused too. “Sometimes kids are just shy. Don’t let it bother you, okay? Maybe try again later.”

He nodded, but I saw that his initial excitement had dwindled.

A sad kid by the pool | Source: Midjourney

A sad kid by the pool | Source: Midjourney

Unfortunately, this incident wasn’t isolated. It was a pattern I noticed by the second day. No matter where we went, like the pool, the beach, or even the kids’ club, Jack kept trying to join in, and the other children kept ignoring him.

“Mommy,” he asked that night back in our hotel room, “why don’t they want to play with me? Did I make them mad?”

“You didn’t make anyone mad,” I said, pulling him close. “You’re a wonderful kid, Jack. If they don’t want to play with you, that’s their loss.”

A mother and son talking in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

A mother and son talking in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

But inside, my heart was breaking.

By the third day, I couldn’t take it anymore. Watching Jack’s confidence crumble with each rejection felt unbearable. I could play with him, of course, but I also wanted him to be able to play with kids his age.

So, that afternoon, I spotted the same group of boys by the pool and walked over. I schooled my expression and remained perfectly cheerful.

A woman walking by a pool | Source: Midjourney

A woman walking by a pool | Source: Midjourney

“Hi there,” I said, crouching slightly to look less intimidating. “Can I ask you something? Why don’t you want to play with my son? He’s a really nice boy.”

The kids froze and exchanged nervous glances. Finally, one of them who seemed older than the rest, stepped forward shyly.

“Um… it’s not him,” he said, shuffling his feet. “It’s you.”

“Me?” I asked, stunned.

A woman looking surprsied and upset | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking surprsied and upset | Source: Midjourney

The boy nodded. “My mom and all the other moms said we’re not supposed to play with him because of you.”

I felt a pit in my stomach. “Why would they say that?”

He hesitated, then blurted, “Because you were on some TV show, a reality show, where people fight and act dramatic. Mom said you thought you were better than everyone else and didn’t follow the rules. And… that you were mean to everyone.”

A woman yelling on a beach with cameras around her | Source: Midjourney

A woman yelling on a beach with cameras around her | Source: Midjourney

I sighed. It was so hard to believe that part of my past was still coming to haunt me.

“Thank you for telling me,” I said, nodding to the boy. Then, I looked to the left and saw a group of women, looking toward us as they lounged by the pool.

Clearly, those were The Moms. I knew immediately the type of women they were, from their postures to their clothes to their stares. They probably had memberships at this resort and came often.

Elegant women laughing by the pool | Source: Midjourney

Elegant women laughing by the pool | Source: Midjourney

They must also feel entitled to control the social life of this place. They certainly had an eye on who their kids played with.

But what’s more, I recognized the way they stared at me. I’d seen it many times before from others who thought they knew me because of a show. So, after saying bye to the kids with a real smile (as this wasn’t their fault), I rose and marched straight to their moms.

“Excuse me,” I said, my voice sharp enough to interrupt their chatter and make them look up from their cocktails.

An angry woman with her hands on her hips by the pool | Source: Midjourney

An angry woman with her hands on her hips by the pool | Source: Midjourney

“Hi,” said one of them, squinting her eyes. She flashed a fake, tight smile, her nose pinched like she was above talking to me.

For some reason, I knew she was the ringleader of this group.

“Hi,” I responded flatly. “I just spoke to the kids. I know what you’ve been gossiping about me, and I need to make one thing clear: you don’t get to punish my son for whatever you think I did years ago.”

A woman pointing a finger by the pool | Source: Midjourney

A woman pointing a finger by the pool | Source: Midjourney

The Queen Bee’s grin faltered. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” I snapped. “Your kids told me everything. You’ve been telling them not to play with my son because of some ridiculous gossip about a TV show I was on. A show, by the way, that I left because I refused to participate in the drama and fake storylines the producers were pushing.”

TV producers on an island | Source: Midjourney

TV producers on an island | Source: Midjourney

Another mom shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “Well, it wasn’t just gossip…”

“Yes, it was,” I said, cutting her off. “I stood up for myself and walked away, and if that makes me ‘a diva’ or ‘mean’ in your eyes, so be it.”

The ringleader crossed her arms. “Look, we were just trying to look out for our kids. You wouldn’t understand—”

Women looking upset by the pool | Source: Midjourney

Women looking upset by the pool | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, I understand perfectly,” I said, my voice rising. “You’re teaching your kids to judge others based on lies or what some show told you to believe. What kind of example is that? At least there’s hope for them because they told me the truth. Now, I can’t push them to play with my kid, but stop lying to them.”

None of the women responded to that, and they all took pains to avoid my eyes.

“Have a good day!” I snapped and stormed off.

A woman by the pool walking away | Source: Midjourney

A woman by the pool walking away | Source: Midjourney

Later that day, while Jack and I were building sandcastles on the beach, I noticed one of the moms walking toward me. I told my son to go fetch more water, in case she was coming to say something mean.

She hesitated a few feet away from me, as if stalling, and watched Jack run to the sea. But her steps continued after a second.

“Hi,” she said softly.

I looked up, bored. “What do you want?” I asked, not bothering to hide the edge in my voice.

A woman looking up from her spot on a sandy beach | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking up from her spot on a sandy beach | Source: Midjourney

“I… I wanted to say I’m sorry,” she said, rushing her words. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have judged you or your son. I also shouldn’t have said a thing to my kids. It wasn’t fair.”

I blinked but nodded slowly. “Okay…” I said. “So, you’re the only one who’s sorry?”

She shook her head and raised her hand. “No, no, no! Actually, they all feel the same way. They’re just… embarrassed. So, I came forward to apologize. We already told the children that we were wrong.”

An elegant woman at the beach | Source: Midjourney

An elegant woman at the beach | Source: Midjourney

I breathed a sigh. “Alright. I appreciate that.”

She smiled brightly, and now that I wasn’t so angry, I thought she looked beautiful, like a classic Hollywood actress.

A second later, I spotted the Queen Bee walking toward us with two other moms in tow. They apologized as well, and their words felt genuine.

I nodded, accepting their remorse, but I wasn’t sure all was clear. After all, my son was still without friends here.

A woman standing by sandcastles | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing by sandcastles | Source: Midjourney

Speaking of Jack… I turned to look for him by the sea and smiled as my heart swelled. The kids had already gathered around him, and suddenly, they broke into a game of tag.

When I turned back to look at the moms, they were also smiling at the children.

A moment later, the classic Hollywood actress linked her arm with mine. “I’m Julie. Do you want to have a drink with us?” she asked eagerly.

And with that, the rest of the vacation was exactly what I envisioned. I had fun with my boy by the pool and by the beach. I even socialized a lot with the moms, although cautiously.

A mother and son running at the beach | Source: Midjourney

A mother and son running at the beach | Source: Midjourney

Jack had the fun I hoped he would, and that was more than enough to make me forget about the initial hiccup.

What’s more, this trip reminded me more than ever that adults set the example. If we admit our mistakes, apologize, and do better, our kids will notice. They’ll follow suit.

I’m not perfect, but I try to be the best version of myself, so my son strives for the same.

A mother and son on a porch swing | Source: Midjourney

A mother and son on a porch swing | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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