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  Posted: January 25, 2020      Views: 128
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Barb works at the local food bank volunteering her time at the country market. Barb has lived just about every profession there is to do. She has had a wild ride in her lifetime and uses poetry to tell everything. She is a cancer survivor. She hates - more...

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Chapter 2 of the book Prose 2020
contest entry
"Rich Beyond Riches" by Barb Hensongispsaca

I put off writing for this contest and now I am glad I did. I can share something with you, I just hope it comes out right and not that I am bragging as some seem to do. I just want you to know what happened and why I made the decision that I did.

As most of my friends know, my life has been full of ups and downs which has left me emotionally, spiritually and physically drained. Material things in life used to be important to me, but I have found that they are important to only me. When I'm gone, they will be discarded.

Now, money is another thing. Like others, I pinch every penny because as soon as life knows I have a few pennies ahead, it creates a reason for me to part with them. This is my true story of giving back.

I was raised under God's hand and that faith has been rocked many times. The hardest time was when I held the gun to my head and told God, 'either take my life or You live it, because I just can't anymore'. And He did ... both. He stilled the gun as I fired, and from that point on, I promised to reach out to that one person that needs to know he/she is not alone.

What I am about to tell you, just happened yesterday. I know it was Satan testing me and I feel I passed, but that's not to say, I was not tempted.

I am a true believer in Mexican style food. Due to stomach problems, I can't have any real spicy tasting meals, but I do let go once in a while - followed with a few Tums.

A friend wanted to take me to enjoy some tacos for dinner and I was all for it. We enjoyed our meal - me more than I should have - and it was time to settle up and go home. My bill came to nine dollars and some cents. I laid a twenty dollar bill on that little tray that held my bill and waited for the waiter to bring my change. I was talking with my friend and paid no attention when the waiter dressed in fiesta clothes, brought back my little tray.

When I turned to put my change away, I noticed there was a twenty still there along with other bills. I knew something was wrong and when checking the amount, I realized he had made change for a fifty dollar bill. Now I have not seen a fifty for a long time let alone hold one, so I knew what had happened. I was tempted, but I couldn't. I walked up to the waiter and told him he had made a mistake. He was aghast, I had to be wrong. Another chance to keep it, but I convinced him he was wrong.

I left the restaurant feeling good about myself, but Satan was not done with me yet.

That afternoon I had to go to the bank to withdraw money for bills. I went through the drive in part and sent my slip in through that little 'air bus' for envelopes. I was sure to count it when I got the money back, told the attendant to have a nice day and pulled out. It only took a few minutes for me to realize I was a week early and I did not want money laying around my apartment, so I decided to put it back in.

I drove back to the bank and, using the same envelope the teller had given me, I went back to the drive in part and to the same woman. I laughed as I told her what I was doing, she laughed, we shared a few words, I took my card and envelope out of the 'air bus' and pulled out. Something made me stop and look at the little envelope that I received along with my deposit receipt. Inside was the two hundred dollars I had deposited.

Oh, yes, Satan grabbed ahold. I could use that two hundred dollars. I felt Satan on my left shoulder saying one thing and God on my right shoulder saying something else. I turned around to park and went inside. I asked to speak to the teller and explained that I had something I should not have. She thanked me profusely, over and over. As I walked out the door, I felt a mixture of pride and loss at the same time.

The rest of the month will be tight, but my soul is on track. I am not bragging, I just had to share.

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