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Reflections from the Road - Vol. V

Anthony Elswick

If you drive west on Griffin Road in Cooper City, Fl eventually, you’ll pass through US 27 and dead end into Everglades Holiday Park.  The park is fairly small, there are some boat slips, they give airboat rides, and there is a gift shop.  I happen to know about this park because my dad and I used to buy worms there when we would go fishing and one time I went on an airboat ride from there. 

Recently, I was there to find a little alligator souvenir for the girls, perhaps something stuffed or a book about the everglades.  But when I looked around the gift shop, I realized something was missing – specifically, my wallet.  The dark truth hit me, I had driven 3½ hours from Winter Haven to Fort Lauderdale without any means of paying for my gas home.  I didn’t have my driver’s license, my debit card, or credit card.  My only hope for food was to use my Starbucks phone app to get lunch, and that was only if they hadn’t sold out of food items.

Before I could figure that out though, I had a meeting with a local church. The meeting went well, but in the back of my mind, I was wondering how I was going to get home… perhaps the church would be moved by God to give me some cash.  Nope!  The meeting went well and all but no money changed hands.  No major miracles happened.

But one minor miracle happened.  I went to a local branch of my bank and introduced myself.  I explained my situation, hoping they could use the photo they had on record for me as an I.D..  Did I have my driver license, they asked?  Nope. Did I have any photo ID? Still no.  They had me fill out a withdraw slip and sign it.  Did the signature match what my bank had on record?  Nope.  Did my second try?  Still no.  Finally, they asked me to tell them some personal banking info… Yes!  Yes, I could do that!  They gave me the cash I needed and the rest of the trip went off without a hitch.

The moral of the story – sometimes God works out minor miracles through practical means.  That, and the signature at your bank DOES actually matter (or so I’m told).