Miracle #6
Back in my early 20s, I was going through a difficult time financially. I had just been laid off from my job, and money was tight.
I heard about a week-long Christian Conference being held at a location approximately three and a half hours south of where I was living. I wanted to attend, but I was concerned about the financial side of things. So, after much debate within my heart, I decided to take a leap of faith and head down there with what little money I had.
Fortunately for me, I was riding a 1980 Yamaha Exciter 250 motorcycle, so gas wasn't going to cost me an arm and a leg.
After paying my entrance fee for the Conference, I had no money left over for anything else. To make matters worse, my motorcycle was nearly out of gas. And after driving three hours and twenty minutes on my motorcycle, I had already turned the fuel switch to reserve, and even then, the engine was just staring started to cough and lurch.
Once I arrived at the Conference, I asked a brother in Christ if he would loan me $5. I told him I would pay him back, and he agreed. (NOTE: Gas back then costed $1.28 per gallon. My Yamaha got around 65 miles per gallon and had a 2.8-gallon tank. So, five dollars would buy me enough gas to travel well over 200 miles—more than enough to get me back home.) Now, I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to repay him quickly. After all, I wasn't working, money was tight, and I barely had enough gas to get around. But I had hustle, and I was determined to figure something out!
That night, after the service, I rode to a nearby gas station to fill up.
Just as I pulled up to the pump, I noticed a some ten-dollar bills lying on the ground next to the pump!
My first thought was that the man at the pump in front of me must have dropped the money. So, I called to him and told him he had dropped some money on the ground.
He replied, "No, I didn't."
I replied, "It's right there on the ground."
He looked at the ground in the direction of the money, turned back to finish filling up, and then got into his truck and drove away.
At this point in time, I wasn't quite sure what to do. So, I sat on my motorcycle and waited, thinking the money must belong to someone and that surely someone would come looking for it.