We love finding these coins. We get excited.
I don't know what they meant to the person that dropped them. Maybe they just shrugged and thought, "Oh well, just a coin." I doubt they searched and searched for the dropped coins. We seldom find quarters (which someone might bother to bend over and pick up,) and finding a dollar bill is very rare.
But this reminded me of the story that Jesus told about a woman that lost one of her coins. She lit up the house, got out the broom, got down on her knees into the dirt and searched. She hunted. She persisted. And then she found it! And she celebrated.
Of course Jesus was talking about the lost soul. The one that is lost.
Am I willing to shine the light, gather my tools and resources, understand them where they are? Am I willing to be patient?
Or are they just too common or too invaluable for me to even bother with?