the same savings envelope.
His bike fund.
So when he finally had enough to buy the mountain bike he had wanted for months, he couldn’t stop smiling.
To Jake, it wasn’t simply something with two wheels.
It represented nearly a year of patience and hard work.
Then, two weeks ago, our neighbor Gary ruined it in seconds.
Jake had left the bike near the edge of our lawn.
It was clearly visible.
It had been sitting there for quite a while.
Gary climbed into his truck, backed out of his
