i found this on a web site that i belong to and thought that i woul
share it with everyone.
A Christmas to Remember
"In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies an
just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone..
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they woul
scramble to hide under their beds.
He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, bu
no food either.
If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at tha
time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my bes
homemade dress. loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off t
find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in ou
small town. No luck.
The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while
tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn o
do anything. I had to have a job.
Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town
was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truc
stop. It was called the Big Wheel.
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of th
window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on th
graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 6
cents an hour and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat fo
people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dolla
a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids woul
already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so w
made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we al
thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent he
home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I average
every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to m
meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penn
balloons and began to leak.
I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every mornin
before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home an
found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, n
nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.
Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a dea
with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the ne
tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longe
to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn'
enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money fo
toys for the kids.
I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some ol
toys. Then hid them in the basement so there would be something fo
Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.
Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on th
boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Bi
Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a stat
trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig a
the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. Th
regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of th
morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christma
morning I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake u
before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement an
place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by th
side of the road down by the dump.) It was still dark and I couldn'
see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car-or was
that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked different,
but it was hard to tell what. When I reached the car I peered warily
into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement.
My old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all
shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crumbled
inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole
case of little blue jeans, sizes
2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the
jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and
nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for
baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.
There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour.
There was hole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll..
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the
most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that
.Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December..
And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
THE POWER OF PRAYER. God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.
You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready
to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep the faith.
My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless,
and I picked you.
Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and a
copy back to me. This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best
gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards.
Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:....
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies
reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and
I know I picked more than four, so can you.