A Single Mom’s Story

Chapter 1
The Start of a Family

This is a story of a girl who was born in a small town in the state of New York. Throughout her life, she went through many trials and tribulations and trusted and counted on God to get her though all of them. She always believed that with God, all things were possible, and they were (2 Corinthians 12:10).
So here is the beginning of Delilah’s life: Her parents, Stan and Adele, met at a dance. Stan played both a saxophone and a violin in the band. He and Adele went out together for a while, and then they got married. They settled in the small town of Armor, New York. A year later, they had a baby girl and named her Delilah. Two years later, they had a baby boy and named him Robbie. Two years after that, they had a third child, a baby boy, and named him Jimmy. They had a lovely family.
Their little girl, Delilah, could play the piano at the age of five years. She played a few popular songs every day. She loved the piano, and she played by ear, like her dad and his brothers and sisters. She enjoyed playing the piano whenever she could.
One day, her mother made lunch for her children—peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, which they loved. Delilah took her sandwich, sneaked out the front door, walked to the corner gas station, and sat on the cement circle, where a big truck filled the gas pumps. It wasn’t filling up that day, so she sat there to eat her sandwich. A lady, however, got some gas for her car, and as she was leaving, she backed up right over Delilah.
Delilah started screaming and crying. The lady, who happened to be a neighbor, pulled forward, jumped out of the car, picked up Delilah, and carried her home to her mother. Both the child and the lady were crying when Delilah’s mother answered the door. The lady was very upset.
Delilah’s mom and dad got Stan’s sister to watch the boys so they could take Delilah to the hospital. When the doctor tried to x-ray her, she was scared and fought to get off the x-ray table. The doctor said, “Well, I guess she’s not hurt too bad. No broken bones. She sure is bouncing around a lot.”
Her parents thanked the doctor and took Delilah home. Her mother scolded her for walking to the corner gas station, especially by herself. But all in all, God was with her (Ephesians 6:1–3). Her parents believed that God had his hand on their child. She could have been injured severely or killed, but she seemed to be OK, with no broken bones, bruises, or head injuries. She was back to playing the piano and playing with her brothers, just as normal. They knew God had watched over their little girl (Psalm 3:3).