You’re never alone
“When my husband was laid off last fall, my commission as a realtor wasn’t quite enough to make ends meet, so we began scraping by just to pay the bills. With the housing market so slow, my heart filled with more dread. All I could do was pray for ways to supplement our income.
“The only thing of value I owned was my father’s vintage Perkins Braille typewriter, but just the thought of parting with the heirloom I’d cherished for 30 years broke my heart. However, as our bank account dwindled, I decided to take it to an antiques dealer hoping to get enough money to see us through.
“One morning before work, I placed the bulky typewriter in the backseat of my car and prayed, Lord, please let me find someone who will value this as much as I do! Then I drove over to pick up my new client, Beverly, to show her a few homes.
“‘Is that a Braille writer?’ Beverly asked as soon as she got into my car. Surprised, I saw tears in her eyes. ‘My son is blind and used one when he was a boy,’ she explained. ‘I’ve tried to find one I can afford but they’re rare.’
“In that moment, I knew I’d found someone who saw its true value—not in dollar signs but in her heart. ‘I’d like you to have it,’ I said, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. ‘Are you sure? It’s worth a lot!’ Beverly said as she gave me a big hug. I nodded, realizing it wasn’t more money that would quell my fear, it was giving love…and that’s priceless.”