so, i go to the yearbook signing party, and i realize
that actually, no, i hadn't paid my yearbook cost, and
yes, i would have to spend eighty of my last one
hundred and twenty dollars on one. the ATM only lets me
withdraw between fifty and a hundred, and i have to
choose the hundred. i buy a yearbook and keep the extra
twenty in my wallet, with forty remaining in my
account. i lose my yearbook. then i find that my
wallet's gone, and with it, the twenty inside, as well
as my charge card, which includes access to the other
forty. sixty dollars gone plus the eighty for a
yearbook. i freak out, i cry a little, i wonder what's
wrong with me, then i remember that there's a reason
for everything and that God has a plan and in the grand
scheme of life, fifty dollars isn't anything. i ask my
parents what i should do, and they say to cancel the
charge card and go to blaine's house like i was
originally going to. they give me five dollars with
which to play poker. eight or so hands in, i've dropped
from an initial chip value of 2100 to a single black
chip worth five hundred. i pause. i think. i pray a
small prayer, and i don't remember what i said. but of
the next nine hands, i played seven and folded two. i
won seven. i go on to win the game that night, and
someone had put an extra twenty into the pot, bringing
first place's winnings to exactly sixty dollars, which
is almost exactly what i'd lost that night. i get a
text saying that a friend found my yearbook. and i
think for a second and come to the conclusion that i'm
incredibly grateful He has a reason for everything. i
needed the humility. and i needed the faith. and i need Him.
that's all.
