Miracles come in different and ways and one can emphatically say in different forms but in my case it came as an undeserving gift and till today I cannot get my head around the whole scenario.
So I grew up in a Christain family but till now, I never considered myself one. I had a different perception on the way live is and reading alot of books gave me alot of perspectives and view on whether I really wanted to be a Christain or if religion was meant for me at all.
I think I grew up like every other kid in my neighborhood even though I am more of an introvert and hate people evading my space. I was well catered for up till my University days and even after I graduated, when things got rough,I still had support from friends and especially my elder brother.
Coming from a family where I had the privelege to become the first graduate, I am saddled with the responsibility and expectation of being a success after years of toiling and hustling by my parents to get me to where I am now.
Things took a turn after I graduated, jobs in a third world country like mine is given based on who you know and not what you know. The rich keep the job for family and friends,the one you might be lucky to get will demand a token before the job is released to you not considering how intelligent you are, or how qualified you are.
I moved from place to place and to be sincere almost routed the whole city but to no avail.
The thought of having younger ones who look up to you, parents who at this stage you are expected to assist both financially and otherwise but...then it was them that helped me out instead.
Long story short, after years of searching for a job and been frustrated, a friend of mine who I grew up together with reintroduced to this online business I ran away from years ago. It was actually in my house that he began learning this illegal business back then when I we were both given admission into different institution and I relented on joining him even when he kept on insisting,now here I was starting from scratch when I would have been a pro like him; his words exactly.
I learnt the business and in no time I began getting easy money, as I would always call it. I began sending money to my parents because to me, that was my priority, buying new clothes,and having as much fun as possible, but the truth about it is that, that kind of money you get,that is, eating up someone else's sweat and hard earned money does not add anything valuable to your life.We both started living as prodigals; even though he had been like that for a long time but I tried as much as possible to keep my parents away from the life I was living. I had lied to them that I got a job with a very good firm and the pay was good, obviously they believed me because I didn't stay in the same town with them,but most importantly, because they trusted me not to do such illicit stuff.
Time passed and I soon forgot who I really was or what my purpose was, so long I send money to my parents, am fine.
One day, out with friends and ladies as usual, I saw Nancy who was my long time crush when I was in school,I tried approaching her back then but she refused and now here the opportunity presented itself again. I met her and even though she could barely recognize me now, I explained myself emphatically so she did.
In no time we got to catch up and this time she gave me an ultimatum; quit what I was doing and get a legit job, or leave her alone. This came as a shock and a big task to fulfill and to be sincere I wasn't ready to give it up. I would rather explain things to her, I thought.
So on this faithful day,after a long while of Nancy not picking my calls and me not caring that much, I went out to a supermarket to get some items when I saw her pass, tried talking to her but I was bluntly snubbed. I got worried and to be sincere have never felt that way before so I decided to visit her.
We spoke for a long time and I tried explaining why I was doing that and the plans I have of establishing a little before then I stop, even though it was all a lie, but Nancy didn't burge on her decision. Just when I thought what would possibly go wrong, my phone rang, and it was my next door neighbor in the flat we were living. He screamed on the phone that where ever I was I should not come back home because the police just invaded our flat,taking my friend,the young boys under us, our laptops and every evidence they need to hold them down. Apparently the police have been informed by an unknown person that he/she suppected our means of income and how we managed our lavish lifestyle, it might be jealousy but who knows.
I spent the night at Nancy's because I was so scared of even stepping out of the room, the only thought flashing through my mind was what my parents would think if I was caught and the disappointment I would be.
My friends were found guilty and jailed for three years, I was not caught because my friends did not mention my name. Got a job finally after a year, engaged Nancy and have been atoning for my sins ever after. Nancy became my miracle, my only way out of illegal business, my strength and guide,my second chance and now I know that God exists, surely through my mom's prayers and through Nancy. I hope you find your miracle and hold onto it.