The Man in the Picture

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A man discovers the true power of faith.

Submitted: November 23, 2014

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When I was a boy, my mother kept a picture depicting a man, talking to a crowd of people, on a small table by the front door. She told me that whenever I encountered an issue that I didn't know how to address, or a problem that troubled me, I could count on this man to help me make the right descisions. Of course, in my young age, I disregarded the message, and thought who is better to help me than myself? With this attitude I grew up, went to a challenging high school and attended a prestigious college afterwards.
It was in college that I was offered a choice that I thought would be very beneficial to myself and my future: I was offered a job that would pay very highly. When I told my mother of this descision, she applauded my work, but told me to look to the man for guidance. I assured her I would, but in my mind thought of the man as a silly superstition for older women. So once again, I took it upon myself to make this descision. After a few interviews, I got the job and began working. I made more money than I knew what to do with. I put much of it into a bank account and, after I graduated, I bought a new house.
Then came another big step in adulthood, I was going to buy my very own car. When I drove my mother's car back to her house, I met her by the front door. There, she hugged me, and once more she brough up the man in the picture. She told me that the man can help in matters as little as the choice I had before me. Once more, I shrugged it off thinking if this man was so important, why would he care what car I bought? I then left, taking a taxi to the car dealership and, with my spare cash, bought a nice looking car that would show off my wealth.
Then a few years later, I was at a concert when I ran into the most beautiful woman I had ever met. I began to talk to her, which then turned into phone calls on the weekends. Finally we started dating. After dating for a year, she moved in with me at my house. Then one day my mother called me and asked how I was doing. I told her about my girlfriend and told her about how I was thinking about marrying her. My mother told me to ask the man whether this descision was wise or not. I finally thought about telling my mother that this man had no influence on my life, but instead I told her I would and hung up the phone. How could this man be so powerful? How can he help me? I made my own descisions up to now and I had a good job, a nice car and a beautiful girlfriend. 
A month passed by, but I had not heard from my mother at all. Finally, one Friday afternoon, my girlfriend went out with a few of her friends. Suddenly, the phone suddenly started ringing. I picked up the phone and to my suprise it was a doctor who worked at the local hospital. He told me that my mother had been rushed into the hospital with a heartattack. He said that they had started to treat her, but he mentioned that the treatments were very expensive, so he asked if I had the funds to pay for it. I told him that he could extract the payments directly from my bank account. After giving him the account info, he told me that the account was empty. My stomach dropped as I assured him that there was money in the account. He tried once more, but the account was still presented as empty. I contacted my bank and they told me that I had spent all of my money, but I had not. We resolved that the money was stolen by an identity theif, but I did not have time to deal with that at the moment.
I told the doctor that I had some cash with me and that I would be driving down right immediately. I got into my car and started to drive to the hospital. Halfway through my trip, my car sputtered and stopped. The hood started smoking, so I got out and opened it up. Smoke spewed out, and it was clear that the car was not going anywhere. I then took out my phone and called my girlfriend. It rang several times, but was finally picked up by a man. Then suddenly my girlfriend came on the phone, but I was at a loss for words. She explained that she wasn't happy with me, so she wished to break up. I hung up and flagged down a taxi, and I told him to take me to the hospital. When I arrived, I rushed up to my mother's room, but I was too late. The doctor told me that they had tried everything, but my mother had passed away. I fell into the nearest chair and wept as the doctors left me there to mourn. I had lost my money, I lost my car, I lost my girlfriend and above all, I had lost my mother. I cried in silence.
I don't know how long I cried, but after a while, a doctor walked in and approached my mother's body. I looked up and cried angrily, "You're too late!"
The doctor turned and looked at me."No, I'm not," he said gently.
Then he leaned forward and took hold of my mother's hand and helped her out of bed. He then walked her out of the room. I was astonished and speechless. The doctor returned and then said to me, "I came because she asked me to, and she told me to tell you that you need to trust others, that if you need help, it is okay to ask for it."
Then I heard a loud crash out in the hallway, and when I looked back, the doctor was gone. I looked in the hospital bed, and to my suprise, my mother's body was still there. I figured that it must have all been a dream. But the doctor was almost like an echo, something I had seen before. I couldn't place my finger on it, but I was sure I had seen him before.
I got up, left the hospital and caught a taxi to my house. I began arranging for my mother's funeral and collected what was left to me in her will. A week later, after the funeral, I stopped by my mother's house to collect what had been left for me. One of the items was the picture of the man talking to the crowd. Despite not thinkinng much of the picture, I decided to keep it out of respect and memory of my mother and I placed the picture at the front of my own house. 
As I finished going through the items which were filled with memories of my mother, my phone rang. I answered it and it was my boss. He told me that he was sorry for my loss, but asked if I could run an errand for him quickly. I was just about to shout at him when, out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of the picture of the man. I remembered what my mother said about asking for his help in difficult situations. Therefore, I calmed myself and silently asked this immaginary man for help. Then I thought of something; I had been working in the same business for a while, and was due for a promotion. Therefore, rather than throwing away my reputation, I agreed to do the errand for my boss. After completing the errand, my boss told me that he planned on expanding the business and asked if I would manage the new wing of the business. I was overcome with joy and accepted this offer. 
When I got home, I started to unlock my door when a young lady walked up and asked if I could help her put her spare tire on her car. I agreed and so I walked with her to her car. While we changed the tire, we began to talk. We talked about everything from politics to our favorite foods. I was almost unhappy when we completed the task. I expected her to give me a quick thank you and to drive off, never to come back into my life. However she told me that she too had enjoyed talking with me. She introduced herself and I asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner sometime. After two years of dating her, I was happier than I had been in my whole life. I was considering marrying her when, once again, my mother's picture caught my eye. I asked the man to guide me in this very important descision. Then, a man knocked at my door. I answered and the man asked if he could use my phone, for his phone had died and he needed directions to where he had to pick up supplies. I allowed him to use my phone to make the call. After he finished the call, he told me that he was new to his job and since I had been so kind, his boss would give me a discount on any of their items. When I asked what kind of business he worked for, he told me he was a ring and jewelry salesperson. Needless to say, I knew this was a sign that the man in the picture supported my idea of engagement. 
It had been four years since my mother died. I was happily married and had a good job. One afternoon, my wife finally asked about the picture at the front of my house. I told her about how it was my mother's, and how she told me to ask for the man in the picture's guidance when I was troubled or faced a difficult descision. I then walked to the front of the house to pick up the picture to show her. This was the first time I really looked at the picture. The man was dressed in white robes that a man might have worn a long time ago. He was talking to a crowd. Then I almost dropped the picture, for as I looked at the crowd for the first time, I noticed a face that I had not seen before. There in the crowd, listening to the man speak, was my mother.

 

 


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