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It was my six year old daughter’s birthday, and I was going to get her a present that would bring her the joy she deserved. My Sophie was always such a good girl, and she was strong. She deserved the very best, and that was what I intended to get her.

My wife, and also Sophie's mother, had died just one year past; it was hard for us to cope with the fact that she was gone. In some ways, Sophie was stronger than I. She had helped me get through the pain because that was simply her nature. Sophie loved to help people. She was God’s gift to me, and I was going to buy the most magnificent gift for her.

I had just dropped Sophie off at school only fifteen minutes before. After giving her the brown bagged lunch I had made for her, I departed.

As I was walking down the sidewalk, whistling a cheerful song, I passed by the bank of Greenville. It was a marvelous looking bank. The walls of the bank were a polished black stone. It was so well kept that I could see the reflection of myself in the stone. The bank rose up about seventy feet high and was fifty feet long; it was beautiful in the morning sunlight.

Old habits caused me to check my wallet to see if I had enough money to get through the day. I reached into my blue jean pockets and pulled out my brown, leather wallet. I only had ten dollars, which was not nearly enough to get a present for my dear Sophie. Realizing that I needed more money, I walked up the gray stone steps, which led up to the bank.

I stood before the two medium-sized glass doors, which were surrounded by a beautiful gold border. I pulled one open and stepped into the bank. The floors were white and gold tile that stretched across the long floor. In the middle of the bank there sat a circular desk, where all the tired bankers were sitting. I observed the desk for a moment looking for a section with no line.

I walked over to the large woman and placed my red bank card flat on the blue, circular desk. In a proud, joyful tone, I said, “Excuse me, ma’am. I would like to make a withdrawal.”

The woman looked up so suddenly that I jumped a little bit. I must have startled her. She cleared her throat, and in a surprisingly high pitched voice asked, “How much would you like to take out?”

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