Impact Detroit Magazine Impact Detroit Magazine 2013 | Page 49

“Well… I was almost finished paying for my
new bike from my paper route job, but
NOW, the Paper print shop is GONE! Now
I’ll never get my bike!” All of Vance’s hopes
for his new bike crumbled in the debris he
was sitting in as he spoke with the reporter.
How would he get the rest of his money with
no way to deliver his papers?

“Are you sure they meant for the bike to be
for ME?” Vance asked the shop owner.
“Just for YOU, Vance, just for you”. I’ve
even put air in the tires and tightened the
seat, gears, and handlebars so that you can
ride it right out of the store if you like”, the
shop owner smiled.
“May I ride it home Daddy”?
“Yes Son, you may,” his father said smiling.

Vance’s father told him, “Don’t worry son,
we will buy you a bike, I’m just not sure it ‘Thank you Sir!’, he said , looking at them
will be the one that you had your heart set both not sure who to thank first.
on. All of the money your mother borrowed
is here in this envelope.”
Without blink or a second thought, Vance got
on the bike, rode it right out of the store,
A few days went by and all of a sudden, the giant bow blowing in the wind …Shouting
mail carrier began to deliver bags and bags YIPPPPIIEEEE!!!
of mail for days at a time. As it turns out, the
reporter was from a suburban newspaper and
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had run the story; there was even a picture of
Vance with a backdrop of the store’s partially
burned fascia, and rubble.
Donations from readers began to come in to
Vance’s home and then one day the phone
rang. It was the Bike shop owner, who was
calling to tell Vance that an anonymous
donor had come in and paid for his bike…in
full!
Vance informed his father of w