Proof The Bible Is True

I woke up at eight o’clock sharp on a mission: finding a job. I put on my best dress, practiced my most business-like smile in the mirror, prayed. But even I couldn’t convince myself I’d be a good employee. I’d never had a real job, aside from a few part-time gigs. I hadn’t even finished college. Who on earth would want to hire someone like me?

 

I was 21, newly married. I always thought I’d be a full-time mom, and my husband supported that. But right before our wedding, we’d been in a minor car accident. I had a bad case of whiplash—other than that, we were okay. It was a scare though. A reminder that all sorts of unexpected things could happen to bust our tight budget. After much discussion, we had recently decided to postpone starting a family until we were more financially stable. The only way for that to happen any time soon was for me to go to work.

 

With my resume—or lack of one—the pizza parlor in town was my best bet. There’d be no benefits, and I’d come home reeking of garlic, but what other choice did I have? I was halfway out the door when the phone rang.

 

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