It was Christmas, and I had promised my son a bicycle. But life's little disasters had1my bike savings again and again. I stood at the bicycle display and my heart2.
But,3, there must be one that I could afford. I walked back and forth in front of the4 as if I could will one into 5. "Please God, " I prayed silently. "I promised him a bicycle. "
I stopped and stared as the truth became 6 : there was not a single bike within my7.
A man walked up beside me and was excited about making his8. He wanted to know which one I was getting. I pointed to a green one, my son's favorite color and explained to him the promise and my9.
He stared at it for a moment and then said to me, "I'll carry this to the10 for you. "
"I can't!" I said. "I don't have enough money. "
"I know," he said, "I'm 11 it for you."
"What? You can't get this for me. "
He 12 me and walked to the checkout line and paid.
"Now which way to your car?" he asked, walking out of store.
A million concerns as to his purposes 13through my head, but I walked to my car, full of 14 and gratitude.
He 15 the big box into my car. Then he turned to me, said, "Merry Christmas!" and quickly disappeared in the parking lot.
I 16 the generosity of that man's deed in my heart, and over the years tried to be 17 to those who are in need.
Fifteen years later, in that same store I heard a 18 woman in the next line whispering that she couldn't 19 what she needed for her unborn baby. I20 and said to myself "I'm on it, God!"