When I was about four years old, and still lived in Mexico, I was outside collecting rocks cuz that’s what little kids do. I had gotten quite dirty, you know, cuz being outdoors is messy. I guess I looked like a homeless child on the streets. So there I was minding my own business when out of nowhere this masked man in a horse gallops past me, and throws a bunch of money at me. Like what? Thank you? Being a child of that age I didn’t understand the meaning of money, so I collected all this pretty paper and threw my rocks away. I put it in a box with my toys and hid it away under my bed that night. About a week later, my parents were apparently struggling to pay rent that month and were praying for a miracle. She lit a candle to Jesus and prayed and all that stuff. That day I decided to play with my toys and pretty paper. My mom walks into the living room and sees her four year old son playing with about 1,500 pesos (150 dollars more or less),which was enough for the rent and more. News got around that I was a miracle child who god blessed with money and soon people were coming in to pat my head and pray for a miracle themselves. I was just confused af and didn’t know any better. Anyways, for a short moment in time I was a miracle child in a small town who god used to bestow money upon his parents. The end
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