Eleven years ago, my daddy was walking to work. He used to work
my daddy was walking to work. He used to work in the twin
and would walk from the subway to his office.
He had just gotten a pair of new shoes and they were giving him
So, he stopped in Starbucks and ordered a tall, dark coffee
He found a seat in the corner of the Starbucks and took off his
He slowly sippe his coffee, while rubbing his feet.
Suddenly, a message started planning on the TV in the
it showed the building where he worked, but it was in
The reporter started to tell all about how the planes had hit
It sunk in, and my daddy called my mom, letting her know he was
Something saved my father that day,
maybe it was his shoes,
but i believe it was God. He saved my daddy so that he could
still be a part of my life and so he can walk me up the
So thank you, God.