The week between Christmas and New Years is usually spent eating food that will add to your waistline, lounging in your pajamas, and planning New Year’s resolutions that you will probably never keep. But for my family, the week between Christmas and New Years of 2015 was a rocky start to a bad two years. My husband John went in for what we thought was just a routine performance review at his job, but instead he was fired.
With no significant savings, no plan, and two kids under two, the next two years was not a walk in the park. At least not a nice park. It was like Central park–unusual, terrifying, and full of thieves and vagrants. Our bank account was closed, our family van was repossessed, and we soon faced impending litigation. John found a job in September, only to be fired (again) before Christmas. In the summer of 2017, John found another job and we waited pessimistically for the inevitable, but thankfully this job stuck. Now, with a third baby on the way we were desperate to replace the van we’d lost. To do so would not be difficult, it would be impossible. We needed a miracle.
There’s a funny thing about miracles; they’re not always big, parting of the sea kind of miracles. It’s because of this that most people think miracles don’t exist. But miracles do exist, most miracles are just small and usually go unnoticed by anyone else except to whom they are happening. Miracles also usually come when you least expect them, and for us, that was Christmas Eve.
That night the stockings were hung, still with care but with removable hooks on the wall because we live in an apartment and there is no chimney. I in my yoga pants and John in his Hurley baseball cap had just settled down for a long winter’s nap–but we’re parents, so a short winter’s nap–when there arose a knock on the door.
A knock is a different sound entirely from Santa coming down the chimney but just as surprising as any unexpected guest. We opened the door to see, not Santa, but people who could easily be described as bringers of gifts. Their names were Ryan Schooley, Jessica Ferrin, and Tom Moak–angels from Chubby’s. They came bearing gifts; food, toys for my kids, and most inspired, a van.
Ryan spoke to my husband, “John I have been where you are now–down on your luck and praying for a miracle. But now, I am able to buy my family a new van. So I want to pay it forward and give you our old van. The only thing I ask is that when you are on your feet again, you do the same for somebody else.” We accepted the van and the promise with tears in our eyes. Now, you see, what transpired that night, after all we had been through, could only be described as a miracle.
Author: Briana Pugh
Growing up my Dad always told me one thing that really made an impression–I am an independent person and I have complete control over my thoughts, words, and actions. It is a foundational belief that I have held since that time. I believe in taking responsibility for our actions and feel that the old saying “nobody can make you do anything,” is one of the truest statements ever made. I believe that we should all be agents that act and that are not acted upon. Which is why I chose that saying as a tagline; “The effectiveness of a gym is not dependent on the people who exercise there.” When we go to the gym, it doesn’t matter who is working out there or what they think about you, when you walk into that gym no one is going to make you lose weight or do it for you. YOU control you and you get out of the world (or gym) what you put into it. I strive to live my life with that mindset every day.
I am a mom of three wonderful children–a spunky girl and two rambunctious boys; each a character in their own way. I am married to a kindhearted man who loves me and supports me in every way. He inspires me every day to do my best and he has made my life 100% better. I graduated from Utah Valley University with a degree in English with an emphasis in creative writing. One of the first books I ever read was Danger at the Fair and from that book I wanted to be a writer. My main goal in my writing is to inspire others and spread truth. I have a passion for truth and God and hope to inspire others with that passion.
I am also a lover of movies, watching and making them. I love to read (duh). When the day is done, and my kids are asleep I enjoy sitting down to watch a good show while eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Just plain vanilla ice cream, no toppings, no fuss. That’s exactly how I like my life–a little sweet, no extras, and definitely no fuss.
I am not perfect, and I try every day to make improvements in my character. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and it is that belief that drives me every day. I believe that happiness happens within you. If you want to be happy, BE HAPPY.