It was Christmastime, and I had promised my son a bicycle. But life's little catastrophes had 1 my bike savings again and again. I stood at the bicycle display and my heart 2.
But, 3, there must be one that I could afford. I walked back and forth in front of the 4, as if I could will one into 5. "Please God," I prayed silently. "I promised him a bicycle." I stopped and stared as the truth became 6; there was not a single bike within my 7.
A man walked up beside me and was excited about making his 8. He wanted to know which one I was getting. I pointed to a green one, my son's favorite color and explained to him the promise and my 9.
He stared at it for a moment and then said to me, "I'll carry this to the 10 for you."
"I can't!" I said. "I don't have enough money."
"I know," he said, "I'm 11 it for you.
"What? You can't get this for me."
He 12 me and walked to the checkout line and paid.
"Now which way to your car?" he asked, walking out of store.
A million concerns as to his motives 13 through my head, but I walked to my car, full of 14 and gratitude.
He 15 the big box into the trunk. Then he turned to me, said, "Merry Christmas!" and quickly disappeared in the parking lot.
I 16the generosity of that man's deed in my heart, and over the years tried to be 17 to what I could do for others.
Fifteen years later, in that same store I heard a 18 woman in the next line whispering that she couldn't 19 what she needed for her unborn baby. I 20 and said to myself, "I'm on it, God!"
