I always had a huge imagination; along with that imagination came a friend that lived inside of it. My friend would always tell me good things. She would always guide me to weird places, and I would always find great things in these places. I never second guessed my friend, because she lived in my imagination for so long, and she became so real to me. My friend inside knew that I had a million things going through my mind, because that’s where she lived of course.
One day she told me that she would lead me to a place in my waking life. In that place I would find a money reward that would change my life. She also mentioned that I would find a guide there; that would help me to find no use in her anymore. My friend would sometimes play tricks on me; so I didn’t know if this was one of those times. My friend that lived inside of me was one of the main reasons why I didn’t have any “real” friends in life, because everyone thought I was going crazy, because I was the only one who knew of the friend that was inside of me. She was the reason why I was doing the out of the ordinary things that I was doing.
It didn’t matter to me though. I knew that my friend would never tell me anything wrong. She was my guidance through everything. Every answer that I ever needed; she gave it to me. My friend inside knew everything about me, but the people around me didn’t understand it.
At times I didn’t understand it either. I wondered everyday; “why do she speak so loud, and clear to me”? One day I realized that she was only here to guide me. Although she was a major part of my imagination; she was also my friend.
One day I got so frustrated with her, because it was taking her so long to lead me to the reward. She knew that I needed it. She knew how urgent it was for me to get my hands on it, but she whispered to me; “be patient my friend”. She told me that if she lead me to it too soon; it wouldn’t mean as much to me. She said that when the timing was right, she would lead me to it.
So I put my trust in what I was hearing on the inside, because she has never told me anything wrong. I just couldn’t wait! I was so ready for my life to change for the better. I was anxious to see where she would take me. I was ready to reach the promise!
I was growing more excited each day. I was ready for that day to come. The way my friend inside worked; she would never tell me exactly when things would happen. She would just surprise me when I needed it the most. She always gave me sudden goodness.
One day it finally happened. My friend woke me up one early morning before day break, and she told me to follow her to the path that was behind my house. I found it weird at first, because I never go back there, but I waited on this day for so long it didn’t even matter at that point. When I got in the path; I saw a big tree. Behind the tree was a little black notebook, and 20,000 dollars.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! I couldn’t believe that the friend in me lead me to a miracle. She told me that the little black notebook would guide me in her absence, and that the money would settle my financial situation. She went away that day, and my life changed forever. Thanks to the friend that lived in me.
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