An Unlikely Path to Success

He feared a mishap would come back to haunt him...

By Diana Aydin, New York, New York

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A few words, scribbled on a crumpled sheet of note­book paper. Words that would change my uncle’s life.

One night in 1966, Uncle Jack was driving home through Paramus, New Jersey, after another incredibly long day. A storm had hit just before midnight and the town was blan­keted in snow; hail danced on the windshield of his beat-up old Pontiac.

He gripped the steering wheel and forced his eyes open, exhausted from back-to-back finance classes at Fairleigh Dickinson University and a grueling eight-hour shift at a paper factory. He could still taste the bitter residue of the chemicals in the machines. A little like sour lime.

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He’d come to the United States three years earlier from Turkey, eager to study hard, find a job on Wall Street and make his father, a pastor, proud. His younger brother–my dad–moved in with him. Together they barely had enough for groceries.

They’d camped out in their car one month to save on rent. Worked graveyard shifts. Ate candy bars for dinner.

Uncle Jack rolled past Cape Cod-style houses with dainty blue shutters and manicured lawns. One day, he might live in a house like that. Yeah, right, he thought.

The hail started really coming down. He could hardly make out the road. His tires hit a patch of ice. The car spun to the left. Uncle Jack wrestled the wheel, but skidded straight toward one of those blue-shuttered houses. Oh God, no!

Something stopped his slide. Uncle Jack steadied him­self and jumped out of the car to investigate. He’d plowed through a tidy row of shrubs and torn up the lawn under the snow, stopping just short of the house.

There was no way he could foot this family’s landscap­ing bill. Maybe they’d think he’d been drinking. The streets were deserted. The lights in the house were off–the own­ers were probably asleep. He got back in the car. How easy it would be to drive away.

His father’s voice filled his head–You can’t hide from God. My uncle reached into his statis­tics notebook, tore out a sheet of paper and started writing.

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He rang the doorbell. A light came on and a man appeared in a striped nightshirt. “Sir, I’m very sorry,” Uncle Jack stam­mered, handing the groggy man his note. “I ruined your lawn. Here’s my name and number. I’ll pay. Call me....I’ll pay....”

Days passed, then weeks. Every time Uncle Jack drove down that road, his stomach churned. Any moment, the man in the nightshirt would call, demanding he pay up. Hundreds of dollars he didn’t have. Only the man never did.

Two years later, now working on his MBA, Uncle Jack was searching for an office job. His one prospect was at an accounting firm not far from campus. But who would take a chance on an immigrant with no experience and a thick accent?

At the interview, he fidgeted in the shiny poly­ester suit he’d borrowed from a much taller friend.

“No accounting experience, then?” the interviewer said, scanning the handwritten résumé. “I see. What about...” The man paused and peered over his glasses. “Wait, your name is Jack Aydin? Hold on.”

He disappeared from the room, then returned and handed my uncle a note on a crum­pled sheet of paper. “That you?” he asked.

Uncle Jack gulped. He hadn’t recognized the man. “Yes, that’s me,” he admitted.

“You know, I’ve kept this note in my desk all this time,” the interviewer said. “I’d never seen someone as scared as you were that night. Yet you still rang my doorbell.”

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I experience miracles every day my family has been battling with our finances. every month. but someway we seem to pay them . sometimes with not enough food for the month but westill make it.only my god in heaven is the answer. I ask him and someone comes along with food or money. my oldest sister and mother are around to hear gods voice. and they always help.please pray for them. I stopped working in 96. and we make it on my small amount of 700 a month. which after medicare. I only get 600 . my husband gets his pension from the military for 1000.and his 800 for social security. we make too much for food stamps. but we get food bank twice a month.were stil struggling to make it but I feel gods peace every day.without my love for the lord id be helpless. count your blessings.the fight is almost over.

God provides what we need when we need it! I love this! I've been praying the last couple of days as we're here at another school year for my daughter's Softmore year of college. Then my niece tells me the a/c has gone out in our rent house that she barely makes any payments occasionally on, how do we afford a new a/c? I'm working part-time, very low amount and my husband never seems to get a promotion that he deserves... But I know God's gonna reach out in the nick of time to help! God is so very good! We love you Lord, we praise you for sustain us and we praise you in advance that you're gonna take care of our new needs too! Amen in Jesus Name!

Inspiring story and beautifully written. Diana Aydin really made me feel like I was in that winter storm with her Uncle Jack. The wonderful ending to the job interview reminds me of my mother's saying, "With God there are no coincidences."

What a great story, it shows God works in your life when you follow Gods' guidance.Thank you for the integrity of this man.

Great story! Really shows how God provides for an honest man at the right time. Tell Uncle congrats on his retirement.

Thanks a bunch Carolyn B !