Two Dollar Bills

Last week I was telling my husband about some salesman who was trying to sell me some product and how he kept telling me what he was going to be able to do for me.  "Yeah, I thought,  you really have my interest at heart, don't you."  In the middle of relating the experience I made the comment, 'his interest in me was as bogus as a two dollar bill.'
"Why did you use that expression," he asked?  "There really is such a thing as a two dollar bill".
"Really?"  I said.
I had heard of said legal tender, but I had never seen it.
"Yes, really," came the reply.  "In fact, I received a couple of such bills last week".
"Really!" I said, in amazement.
"Really,"  he answered me back..
"I would really like to see them.  Do you still have them?"
"Yes, I think I do." came the reply.

This morning he came into our bedroom and handed me two two dollar bills.  They were weathered and worn, and looked like they had both been through the washing machine with a load of denim jeans.  I did a double take.  You had to look at the number two printed on the corners of the bill to realize it wasn't a one dollar bill.  And I started to think about the value of some people as well as the value of some money.
I must admit that at face value, what he handed me this morning didn't appear to be much.  And in truth, today it really isn't.  I can remember when if you found a dollar bill hiding in the back recesses of your coin purse, you had a slight reason to get excited.  Not so today.  A dollar today is worth just about as much as a dime was forty years ago.  Even so, when I looked at the two dollar bills he handed me this morning I thought how easy it would be to mistake it for a one dollar bill.  And how out of place such money is.  The ordinary person operating the cash register at any given store might be taken aback upon receiving such a bill.  Where would they put it?  There is no assigned place in the money drawer for such currency.  They could very easily overlook the true value of it.  What if some people thought it was fake.  I don't know if I had been handed such a bill in payment for something if I would have accepted it.  After all, I had never actually seen one in my entire life.  How would I know if it was real spendable currency or not?
And then I thought about some people.  How they may not have an assigned place in the cash register drawer of life.  How at first glance they appear to be worth so much less than they really are.  How sometimes we look at two dollar people and mistake them for one dollar people.  How their true value is twice what we have assigned to them.   How people may not trust that they are indeed spendable.  How they may appear to us to not be trustworthy or of real value because we have never had the experience of dealing with them in real life.  How narrow our thinking is at times. 
I will not spend my two two dollar bills.  Not that they are not good currency, but simply I will keep them because they are rare and different, not ordinary, not seen on a daily basic in my life.  Just like some people.  If I have the good blessing to meet those who do not necessary meet the status quo of what is acceptable, may I be able to delight in their difference.