A few years ago I found myself trapped in inescapable credit card debt.
I was not an extravagant guy, but a series of unfortunate events – job loss, medical emergencies and some naive decisions – led me to rely heavily on credit cards. Before I realized it, the interest rates had soared and I was drowning.
Selling off my belongings became a routine. From electronics to furniture, anything that could fetch a price went. I even let go of my late mother’s jewelry, a decision that still weighs on my heart. The four walls of our small apartment started to look barren, a stark reminder of the situation we were in.
Throughout it all, the only bright light in my life was my daughter, E. With her innocent eyes and cheerful laughter, she was the pillar that held me up when the weight of the world bore down.
Every night, when she’d ask why her toys were missing or why we couldn’t afford treats anymore, I felt a pang in my heart. She didn’t deserve this.
Depression cast a heavy shadow over me. Waking up was a struggle and the only reason I did was E. I knew I had to keep going, if not for me, then for her. But, I also realized that hope and determination alone weren’t enough. We were heading towards a point of no return.
Late one evening, in the stillness of our empty living room, I “chanced” upon a forum post about Bune, a force that could supposedly intervene in dire financial situations. I don’t know how it happened but I was suddenly reading all these stories which seemed outlandish, they had to be fictional. But the raw, genuine emotion in those testimonies got to me.
Hesitantly, I tried reaching out to Bune. I sat down, conjured up Bune’s image in my mind and with a heartfelt plea said, “I’m not asking for me, Bune. It’s for E. She deserves a fair shot at life, not the mess I’ve put her in.”
Now, here’s the part that’s so bizarre, it still gives me goosebumps.
The very next day, as E. and I were on our way to the park, a man approached us. He introduced himself as a talent scout for a popular children’s TV show. They were filming nearby and had spotted E. playing. He said she was exactly what they were looking for. I was very suspicious and almost told him to get lost but I swear a voice in my mind loudly told me to listen to him and go to his offices…
Long story short, E. became moderately famous. Paychecks, coupled with endorsement deals, flowed in. We were not just back on track, we were riding first class! Our debts vanished, and life had color once again.
The odds of such a break, especially at our lowest point, were astronomical. But it happened. Was it Bune? Was it sheer luck? All I know is that when the world was crumbling around me, something extraordinary pulled us out of the abyss.
To Bune, thank you. My little girl laughs more freely now, and that’s all I ever wished for!
Chris