Seventeen-year-old Martin Farmer felt like life had handed him more than he could handle. His dad had passed away two years earlier, and since then, Martin had been taking care of his sick mother, working long hours after school, and dealing with the pain of a motorcycle accident that left him with a limp. Football, his dream, had been crushed by that accident, and with it, his chance for a college scholarship.
Once a month, Martin saved up a little money to take a break from his tough life. With $5 in his pocket, he’d wander the flea market, hoping to find old music tapes. That small escape was his one joy, and after a rough week, he looked forward to it more than ever.
While he was flipping through tapes, something else caught his eye—a frail, elderly man was setting up a small stand next to the tape vendor. The man had a collection of worn suitcases and bags, and with a raspy voice, he tried to attract customers, calling, “Suitcases, bags, and briefcases! Only five dollars each! A treasure for those who know how to look!”
The crowd didn’t respond kindly. A woman nearby sneered, “Why would anyone buy that junk?” Another man laughed, shaking his head. But the elderly man smiled gently and replied, “Someone will come along because this suitcase right here—it’s filled with hope. It may look ordinary, but inside, it’s got dreams.”
The words pulled Martin in. He looked up, intrigued, and with a small laugh, he said, “I could use a little hope myself. How much for that dream come true?”
The old man’s eyes sparkled. “For you, it’s just $5.”
Martin knew it was his last $5, but something in the old man’s warm expression reassured him. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the bill, and handed it over. The old man took Martin’s hand and squeezed it. “You’re a good young man,” he said softly. “You deserve what’s coming.”
The suitcase was heavier than he’d expected, and as he walked away, he waved goodbye to his usual vendor, promising to come back next month. When he got home, his mother raised an eyebrow. “Martin, why are you bringing home more junk?”
But Martin felt a strange sense of excitement. He took the suitcase to the garage, locked the door, and slowly opened it. Inside, wrapped in crinkly, yellowed newspaper, he found bundles of $20 bills. His hands trembled as he peeled away the layers, revealing even more cash. He counted carefully—there was $300,000.
He called his mother over, and together they recounted the money several times, unable to believe their eyes. His mother’s voice was shaky. “This is enough for my medicine, to help with your college, and more.” But Martin couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt.
“Mom,” he said, “I didn’t earn this money, and I don’t think the old man knew what was inside the suitcase. He only sold it to me for $5.”
His mother agreed they needed to return it. For weeks, Martin went back to the flea market, searching for the old man. Finally, he saw him waiting at a bus stop with another suitcase.
Martin ran over, his heart pounding. “Sir! I have to give the suitcase back. It was filled with money—your money!”
The old man chuckled. “I know, son. I told you it was full of hope and dreams. That money was meant for you, to help you on your journey.”
Martin was speechless. “But… don’t you need it?”
The man smiled. “I’ve spent my life gathering wealth, more than anyone needs. Now, I want to share it with those who show kindness.”
Martin watched him disappear into the crowd, overwhelmed with gratitude. Back home, he and his mother decided to use the money to take care of her medical needs, to secure Martin’s future, and to start fresh. And every night, they included the “Suitcase Man” in their prayers, grateful for the miracle that changed their lives.
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My prayers to the Suitcase Man and to the family who received the blessing and so kindly tried to return the treasure. God be with them all.