When I first picked up The Complete Guide to Making Money at Home, I was reminded of a past friend and something that happened to me. For the sake of privacy I’ll refer to my friend as Jeff. Jeff and I went to high school together – which was several years ago. Anyway, Jeff had been very popular, a starter on our basketball team, an honors student, and never was lost for a date with a girl. I, on the other hand, wasn’t a great athlete – I tried – and I was an “OK” student grades-wise. I had always waned to be like Jeff. I had wondered what it would actually feel like to be popular. Strangely, though, Jeff was a true friend to me. He bailed me out of a few bad situations, and he didn’t mind speaking to me or just saying “hi” to me in the hallways, even though I wasn’t as popular as his other friends were. I had wanted a chance to repay the kindness, but I never got the opportunity. After high school, I had parted ways with most of the people I knew. Leaving town cut me off from most of them. Then, as life would have it, I ran into a tall, unshaven guy with long hair buying cigarettes at a local grocery store. I didn’t recognize him at first. Then he looked at me, grinned, and said my name. I still didn’t recognize him. “It’s me [Jeff],” he said. “Remember? high school?” It took me awhile, and when I knew him, I was shocked. He looked nothing like the clean-cut teenager who was so popular in high school. “I work in a factory down in Jonesboro,” he told me. “The money is not too good, but I get by. How about you?” I told him about being a writer and he smiled. “Well if you come into any good jobs, let me know,” he joked. He gave me his address, told me to visit when I was in the area, and left. It hurt to see a hero of mine crushed like that. I badly wanted to help him. Then I remembered a book I had stumbled upon a few weeks earlier. It was The Complete Guide to Making Money at Home. I remember how genuine and helpful the book appeared to me when I had browsed its pages – not like the “get rich” schemes you see on t.v. I later bought a copy but I was hesitant in sending it to him. Would he get mad at me and think I pitied him? My desire to help him made me send it. I waited for a reply. Months passed by and I heard nothing from Jeff, guessing that he was angry with me. Then nearly a year later, Jeff called. His voice was upbeat. “I want to thank you Jim,” he said. “That book you sent me saved my life. I started my own business and things are going good.” I was happy. I helped an old friend who had once helped me. The book was a miracle.

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