The Unicorn
William continued with his story. Eventually, he was blessed to be adopted by a wonderful foster family who sent him through college. Then William pulled out his wallet, opened it, and began shaking. Giffird leaned over and saw a photo of two beautiful little girls that looked to be about three years old. William could barely speak, whispering, “My little girls are gone.”
“What happened?” Giffird asked. The man proceeded to describe how his little daughters were abducted, and they were never found. Back in those days, child abductions weren’t like they are now. It was almost impossible to get television coverage to help find someone, unless you had lots of money or political connections.
When William had opened his wallet, Giffird noticed that his ID read, “Professor of Economics.” That explained why he had such command of the English language.
William began shaking even more and then started crying so hard that Giffird could tell it was hurting his chest. Concerned that the stressful topic could cause William to have a heart attack, Giffird attempted to change the mood and the topic. He asked William if he remembered the happiest day of his life. William continued weeping. Then Giffird asked him if he remembered the last time that he saw his little girls. He stopped crying almost immediately and looked directly into Giffird’s eyes.
“My little girls loved unicorns,” he said. “Every day when I’d leave home, they used to ask me to bring them home another unicorn. One day, I went into a shopping mall and found two small mugs with unicorns on them. The young man in the store offered to engrave my daughters’ names onto the mugs.” He continued, “I had never seen my girls so happy as when I handed them the little mugs, and that was the last time I ever saw them.”
Giffird’s whole body began to tremble inside. It felt like his heart had completely stopped for a moment when he realized that William had bought the mugs from one of his stores. At that very moment, he knew GOD had been with him every step of the way—through his life, along his journey, and during his homelessness.
William continued with his story. Eventually, he was blessed to be adopted by a wonderful foster family who sent him through college. Then William pulled out his wallet, opened it, and began shaking. Giffird leaned over and saw a photo of two beautiful little girls that looked to be about three years old. William could barely speak, whispering, “My little girls are gone.”
“What happened?” Giffird asked. The man proceeded to describe how his little daughters were abducted, and they were never found. Back in those days, child abductions weren’t like they are now. It was almost impossible to get television coverage to help find someone, unless you had lots of money or political connections.
When William had opened his wallet, Giffird noticed that his ID read, “Professor of Economics.” That explained why he had such command of the English language.
William began shaking even more and then started crying so hard that Giffird could tell it was hurting his chest. Concerned that the stressful topic could cause William to have a heart attack, Giffird attempted to change the mood and the topic. He asked William if he remembered the happiest day of his life. William continued weeping. Then Giffird asked him if he remembered the last time that he saw his little girls. He stopped crying almost immediately and looked directly into Giffird’s eyes.
“My little girls loved unicorns,” he said. “Every day when I’d leave home, they used to ask me to bring them home another unicorn. One day, I went into a shopping mall and found two small mugs with unicorns on them. The young man in the store offered to engrave my daughters’ names onto the mugs.” He continued, “I had never seen my girls so happy as when I handed them the little mugs, and that was the last time I ever saw them.”
Giffird’s whole body began to tremble inside. It felt like his heart had completely stopped for a moment when he realized that William had bought the mugs from one of his stores. At that very moment, he knew GOD had been with him every step of the way—through his life, along his journey, and during his homelessness.