He was 20 years old, living alone in a strange city. He didn’t know anyone. He was broke.
His checking account was empty. His savings account was nonexistent. His credit card was only $264 shy of hitting its limit.
He had a glimmer of hope, a faint light on the horizon: two of his friends would visit that day. He’d finally enjoy some companionship.
He promised to greet his friends at the airport. But just a few hours before their flight arrived, Bob’s car died.