A woman who was kicked out by her rich father at sixteen for taking up with a poor man ends up living on the streets with her four children after her husband died.
Steve Walton was far from thrilled when his butler told him that Pastor Morris was waiting to see him. He was tired after a long flight from Singapore and in no mood for the man’s lectures or pleas for support for the community.
He had the pastor shown in and waved an impatient hand at his greeting. “Get on with it, man!” he snapped. “What is it that you want this time?”
“Mr. Walton, I saw Susan,” the pastor said quietly, and Steve’s heart nearly stopped. His only daughter had left his house nearly fifteen years before, never to be seen again…
“Susan?” Steve cried anxiously. “Where? When? How is she?”
“I was in Los Angeles, helping out a friend who has a mission among the homeless and that’s where I saw her,” the pastor said.
“She was a volunteer? Did you tell her I’ve been looking for her?” asked Steve.
“No,” Pastor Morris said gently. “She wasn’t a volunteer, Mr. Walton. She’s homeless. She and her children are living in a car.”
Steve found himself so dizzy he had to sit down. “Homeless? My Susan? Children?” he gasped.
“I’m afraid so,” the pastor said. “And she wouldn’t even listen to me when I told her to come home.”
“But why?” asked Steve angrily. “She’s not with that loser anymore, is she?”
“Her husband passed away three years ago, Mr. Walton,” the pastor explained. “And she told me she wouldn’t bring her children into a house where their father is despised.”
Steve Walton felt that old familiar wave of rage sweep through him. Fifteen years later, Susan was still defying him! He remembered the scene in his study, and Susan’s steady eyes looking into his as he ranted.
“Pregnant at sixteen, and by the GARDNER!” he’d screamed. “Well, we are going to have THAT taken care of, and HE’S fired! You will never see that man again!”
“THAT is my baby, daddy,” Susan had said in a tremulous voice. “And HE is the man I love. I’m going to marry him.”
“You marry that man and you’re on your own, Susan, do you hear?” Steve shouted furiously. “No more money, nothing! You marry him and you get out of my house!”
Susan had looked at him with tears in her eyes. “I love you, daddy,” she’d said. Then she turned around and walked away. Even though Steve had set detectives to find her, no one had been able to trace her.
“How many children?” he asked Pastor Morris.
“Four,” the pastor said. “Three girls and a boy. Beautiful children.”
Steve picked up his phone and spat out orders for his plane to be readied. “Pastor, would you come with me to Los Angeles, take me to my little girl?” he asked quietly.
The pastor nodded, and within two hours, the two men were on board Steve’s private jet winging their way south. There was a limo waiting for them, and the pastor directed them to a parking lot outside a large mall.
At the furthest end of the lot, a pickup truck was parked, with a tent set up at the back. Pastor Morris had told Steve that when Susan’s husband died in a work accident, the insurance company had refused to pay out and the bank foreclosed on the mortgage.
Susan had piled the children and their few belongings into the old pickup. She worked at the mall as a cleaner. She and the children used the mall’s facilities and bought whatever was leftover at the restaurants at the end of the night.
Still, she had managed to keep the four children fed, clean, and in school. As the two men approached the truck, they heard cheerful voices and laughter. Then two children tumbled out of the back.
The biggest girl, about fourteen, was laughing as she tickled a boy of about seven. The children stopped and gaped at Steve and Pastor Morris. “Mom!” the girl yelled. “That old preacher friend of yours is here!”
A well-remembered voice asked from inside the tent, “Preacher Morris?” Then Susan climbed out and Steve could see the shock in her face when she saw him standing next to the pastor.
“Daddy?” she asked, and her eyes filled with tears.
Steve was shocked. His daughter was barely thirty-one, but she looked much older. Her face was worn and lined with worry and suffering, her hands coarsened by hard work.
“Susan,” Steve cried. “Look at you! Look at what HE did to my princess! I wanted so much for you! And you married that loser! What could he give you? Poverty?”
Susan shook her head and said, “He loved me, daddy, and he gave me 4 beautiful children. He died, and I had nowhere to go, but I’ve done what I can for my children. I will always love the father of my children, daddy, just like I’ve always loved you.”
Steve found that he had tears running down his face. “Forgive me, Susan,” he sobbed. “Please forgive me. Come home, I want you all to come home with me. Let me help you take care of the children!”
Steve found himself holding his weeping daughter and knew that everything was going to be alright. Susan introduced him to his three granddaughters, then she placed her hand on the boy’s shoulder. “And this,” she smiled, “is little Stevie!”
“You named him after me?” Steve asked, astounded. “After what I did?”
“I love you, daddy,” she said softly. “Don’t you know that?”
That afternoon, they all flew home to Texas. It was the beginning of a better life for all of them.
What can we learn from this story?
Love and accept your children unconditionally. Steve was furious with Susan for loving a poor man and made the biggest mistake of his life by losing his daughter.
Don’t judge people for their wealth or influence. Steve hated his son-in-law because he was poor, but he was a loving husband to Susan and a dedicated dad.
Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.
Vera Wang, 74, ‘aging backwards’ in new poolside pics | News
“U r aging backward sis!” said an admirer in the post’s comments section.
One person said, “You can’t be 70,” while another made the joke, “HOW is it possible you look like this?” I must instantly set down this piece of pizza.
A fan posted on Facebook: “YOU ARE THE MOMENT! CLASSIC ELEGANCE, GRACE, BEAUTY, AND COMPOSURE!
Another fan said, “Time bows down to you and stops moving.”
The star of upscale bridal attire recently declared, “I dye my hair, I’m [about to be] 75 years old,” on her Wiser Than Me with Julia Louis-Dreyfus podcast, that she isn’t going to let the greys show in her hair anytime soon.
She said, “I would look like a bad skunk,” according to People.
The 74-year-old designer has created exquisite wedding dresses for A-list clients including Selena Gomez, Kim Kardashian, and Victoria Beckham. The pioneer of the fashion industry, who designed wedding dresses for these celebrities, expressed her desire to see her two daughters, Josephine, 30, and Cecilia, 33, marry.
“I hope I get to attend both weddings before I pass away. She stated on the show, “I really hope I’m still here and strong enough to do everything.
Vera previously disclosed that she never made an effort to keep her young “in a fanatical, obsessive way.”
“I started working in fashion when I was 19 years old. In an interview for BBC 100 Women in 2022, she stated, “Not in front of the camera, behind it.” “I never gave youth any thought, perhaps because I deal with the world’s most attractive ladies on a regular basis. And as a result, I see them more as my muses; perhaps this is a constructive way to deal with aging.
On June 27 of this year, the opulent wedding gown designer will celebrate turning 75. She revealed some personal details in the interview, saying that “work” is a component of her “magic elixir” that gives her a youthful appearance.
“I always said that: vodka cocktail, a lot of sleep, [and] work – work is the magic elixir,” she remarked in an interview with Elle last year. She also disclosed that she stays out of the sun.
Although I’m flattered that people find me to have aged nicely, that was never my intention. I stay out of the sun, drink vodka, and sleep. However, I enjoy working. She declared, “I don’t want to fit into one box.
The mother of two said to People in April that she and her husband are “cake people,” so dessert will undoubtedly be served for their 75th birthday party.
Plans for birthdays are not set in stone. 75 is a lot of strain, she said to the publication.
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