So this guy I know of… he’s one of the two hardest-working guys I know.

My dad being the other one, of course.

He works full time as a school teacher to support his family, PLUS labors every spring weekend and all summer at a grueling, sweaty second job.

I admire men who work. But I think I told you that before.

Among his other great qualities: he’s always diligently serving at his church, teaching Sunday School, Vacation Bible School, or wherever it is they need him. Always giving to missions (he gave his bicycle to a kid who was raising money for a mission trip). Always sacrificing greatly to give to those in need. Always helping. He’s the type of guy who will show up to help his father-in-law build a fence, show up to mow a yard for a widow, show up to help a single mom move furniture, or show up to help fix her plumbing situation… Always.

And never drinks, never curses, never gossips or has an ugly word to say.

Oh, how many more people could believe the message of Christianity if there were more of them who acted like this one…

So yesterday, as he’s sweating out in the Texas heat, laboring away at his second job — mowing yards, being a REAL MAN and supporting his little family, a lady asked him if he would please remove the dead bird from her yard.

He did, of course.

She handed him fifty dollars.

I don’t know this for sure, but knowing him as I do, I’m SURE he would have happily removed the bird for free and probably mowed her yard had she needed it; he must have adamantly refused to accept her money, but she insisted. She must have just as adamantly insisted he take the money. She thought he was a young guy who needed the money, she said, and demanded he take it.

So. He goes back to work, mowing, sweating, and when he arrives back at his truck, there’s an envelope under the windshield wipers with his name written on it, and… $400 inside.

NO. IDEA. Where it came from.

Floored, stunned, flabbergasted, he went home…

…to find out that a friend had given them a week’s vacation at a beach resort.

A vacation they probably wouldn’t have been able to take for years to come, in spite of the second job…

I heard the story and I wanted to cry.

I pray often for God to bless this family.

And He did.

I love it when God does things like that.