Making Ends Meet, Favorite Quotes, Stories
I make up stories about the odd ducks that pass me in their odder cars. "How can you know that about them?" Crystal chides. She says I exaggerate. I think it makes for a better story, don't you?
The years passed. I grew up, you grew up. One Christmas there was a box for me. A single strand silver choker. For graduating from the school of hard knocks my dad said. And I had.
I looked in to those wet eyes, and bit back a sensible retort. The bike was of good quality, sturdily built, and a gift from my father. We were poor. I was raising my two children without a father or any support. There would be no replacement for this bike whose only fault was that it was too big for my little son, just six. My dad, true to his nature, had bought a sensible bike big enough to grow in to. It would last for years. I looked down the shaded street, the trees turned to red and gold.; Soon there will be snow, then months of winter. I looked up. And prayed a silent prayer. Why don't we pray about it? Maybe God will shrink the bike.
All winter my son prayed his prayer. And I prayed mine.God, don't let Donny down and his budding faith. Help my boy to grow and the bike to shrink. Spring came.The bike, bright and blue, was pulled from the basement. Donny and I drove to the local gas station, and filled the tires.We brought it home, and oiled the gears. A shadow passed over the brow of my tow-headed son, as he remembered past failures. Give it a try. Remember, you prayed God would shrink the bike. As I glanced quickly towards heaven. Donny's leg swung over the bar easily, as he set down the street. A miracle, he did not wobble, he did not fall. First time.
And that bike did last for years. It suffered hard use and boyish repairs. How my teenage son hated to let it go, refusing a new one for years, though we could afford it.
Making Ends Meet, Favorite Quotes, Stories
