My Dad was a young teenager when the Great Depression gripped the country. Workers were displaced and thousands of migrants were pouring into his home state of California. His father owned and operated the Old Mill Café in downtown Modesto. He found himself constantly running errands for his father, who worked long, hard hours. His mother and two sisters pitched in to help ease the burden. It was a struggle to keep the café afloat. There simply wasn’t any money to spare for needs, let alone wants.
Then one day my Dad’s friend announced that he wanted to sell his bicycle. Dad found himself dreaming of this bicycle. If only he had the money to purchase this bike, it would make life so much easier for him. He could complete his errands in half the time. It would certainly be less physically exhausting.
Dad went right to work planning and saving every dime from his paper route. He simply had to purchase this bike. He let his friend know that he was working hard to earn the funds, but then came the crushing news. Someone else had showed interest in the bike as well. “If you’re serious about buying then I need the money by tomorrow,” his friend announced. Dad was devastated. He was a dollar short of the purchase price, and there was no possible way to earn the money by the next day.
Dad walked home from school that day, crushed in spirit. He hung his head down, kicking stones out of his path, not even noticing that he hadn’t taken his usual route home. Suddenly, his eyes lit on a crumpled piece of green paper. He quickly bent down to pick the paper up and smooth out the creases. It was a dollar bill! God had heard his prayer and granted him the desire of his heart.
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