Saturday, January 24, 2009

A money miracle?

From Nintendo Customer Service Center
My last post was "A flat-tire miracle?" I know: two miracles in a row? Well, I simply had a very peculiar experience with money, and I want to share it. I considered telling this story without numbers, but I think the specifics are important. The story starts over two years ago.

In late 2006, when I was in San Francisco, I was attending a church called GrX ("Great Exchange"). GrX is a mobile church, but they started a capital campaign to buy their own permanent building. At that time, I was developing a new sense of what it means to give: that giving can be an obligation, but that giving can also be a challenge, an opportunity, and a privilege. (More on that below.) In the end, I decided to pledge ~$11,000/year for each of the next 3 years.

Why $11,000/year? In my case, I had done a quick estimate based on breaking even: my salary (~$45,000) minus taxes, rent, food, etc. I added a little more as a bit of a push, and also because I knew I would get a slight raise each year. So it was a bit of a sacrifice, but I knew I had money in the bank to fall back on.

In 2007, I fulfilled my pledge for the year.

In 2008, I was routinely fulfilling my pledge monthly, but in July I quit my job. Since then, I have dipped into my bank accounts but have continued monthly pledges. However, I know I have more in the bank than the average American family, which has $3,800.

2009 was approaching. On the plus side, my parents had long ago bought me stock in a company called Fiserv, which had done well over the years. I had 200 shares of Fiserv, and, in September 2008, Fiserv stock was $50/share = $10,000! I could donate that and fulfill almost an entire year of my pledge! (Donating the stock, rather than selling it first and donating cash later, would yield a better tax deduction.) However, I was greedy and wanted to wait, to see if the stock would go up even more.

Instead, the stock dropped ... quickly. By the end of October, the stock was less than $35/share = $7,000. Now I would have to take an extra $3,000 out of the bank! However, there was an expectation that Fiserv stock would recover eventually, perhaps by late 2009. I could wait a few months, even up to the last month my pledge was due (December 2009).

But essentially, I was holding back on giving now, just so it would cost me less. Somewhere, I had lost the spirit of giving, the reasons for giving! At the end of 2008, I did a complete review of all of my assets, and I knew I could afford to fulfill my pledge either way. So, after some hedging back and forth, in mid-January 2009, I transferred my 200 shares to GrX. Because the transfer would take a couple of days to process, and because the stock market fluctuates, I would have to wait to see exactly how much the shares (and my donation) would be worth. Hopefully, Fiserv stock would not go down in the meantime.

A couple of days later, I got a letter in the mail from my broker, Charles Schwab: my transfer was proceeding. Good. In the same day's mail, I also got an unexpected letter: it was from a bank in Utah, telling me that I had a certificate of deposit (CD) there. The CD was about to mature, and it was worth almost $7,000!

Remember, I had just performed a review of all of my assets! Or at least I thought I had. I consider myself to be relatively well-organized, but somehow I had missed this.

Isn't that strange? I had fought back and forth with my conscience, but I had finally given in and donated a large sum of money. Then a couple of days later, I find that I had almost the same amount of money "hidden away"!

To be more precise, the letter from the bank said that the CD was currently worth $6,868.

A couple of days later, I got an e-mail from GrX. The e-mail told me the exact value of my donation, which was calculated by using the average price for Fiserv stock on the day of the actual transfer.

The amount: $6,869.

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Similar to my last post, I like how the true story above is different from a lot of fiction, much of which seems designed to manipulate our emotions, at the expense of truth. In this case, the amounts are not exactly the same. Technically, I already had the CD. I still have money in the bank. And in my circumstances and in my heart, I am not like the poor widow who gave her last two pennies to God (Luke 21). This was a miracle in reality.

Earlier, I said that giving can be a challenge, an opportunity, and a privilege. In my case, I had promised to give someone $11,000 within the next year, I had stock that had recently dropped to $7,000, and I had some money in the bank. A challenge: not to trust in my own calculating mind. An opportunity: to put faith in God. A privilege: experiencing the miracle, and being able to testify about it.

I used to be very mechanical and calculating in my donations: exactly 10%. I still have struggles to be truly generous, but I am very grateful for the times that I have been able to see things in a different light. It is like everything flips upside-down. An old pastor friend in LA spoke of "seeing in light of eternity." When a man gets a chance to see the world from a totally different perspective, and it takes him from a begrudger to a joyful giver, perhaps that is the true miracle?

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By the way, the picture of me and Pikachu has nothing to do with the story, although I know Pokemon can also be considered a "money miracle" of a different kind. I recently went to visit the Nintendo Customer Service Center, which is just east of Seattle. I splurged and bought the "Ghost Mario" in my hand. Isn't he cute?

Friday, January 09, 2009

A flat-tire miracle?

The new year is shifting quickly. Mary, Mom, Grandma, and Amy (cousin Jason's girlfriend) have all left Seattle. Jason is set to be deployed in the beginning of February, and then we will not see him for 400 days. And after taking a break from programming for a couple of weeks, I am hoping to re-commit myself starting today.

I did have an unusual slow-down moment, however. On New Year's Day, I thought it would be nice to take Mom et al. out to dinner. After some back and forth, we postponed until Friday lunch, because Grandma was tired.

So on Friday, I was driving Mom and Grandma on I-5 in my Scion xB. A car slows down next to us and starts yelling at us. He said we had a flat tire! I slowed down and hoped to make the nearest exit. (We were on the bridge near the U.) The xB starts going *bump* *bump* *bump*, but there was an empty school parking lot right off the exit.

I had never changed a flat tire, especially on my own, but I knew the xB was supposed to have everything I needed: spare tire, jack, tools, etc. The owner's manual seemed to have all the steps, except the first one: I did not know how to take off my hubcaps! At some point, I called AAA to come assist us; they said they would send someone, but it would be a 1-2 hour wait.

It turns out that one just has to pull hard to remove the xB's hubcaps, so the next step was to loosen the lug nuts. I tried and tried to pull any of the four nuts loose, but nothing would budge. In the meantime, I was worried about Grandma and Mom freezing. The weather was cold but thankfully sunny, and at the same time we had a very strange "hail": soft, slowly descending. Grandma called it "pearls."

After maybe an hour, I had not made any progress. AAA had not arrived. I was not able to get any of the four nuts to budge. To top it off, Grandma had to go to the bathroom! Thankfully, Mom got the school janitor's permission and took Grandma to the restroom.

So there I was, waiting alone. I must have been thinking about my parking brake--how we release it by pulling it up first--because suddenly I had an idea: instead of just trying to pull the wrench counter-clockwise right away, what if I first tried to go clockwise a smidge, and maybe that would help loosen it?

Then I had another ... epiphany: prayer. I knew Grandma and Mom had been praying that everything would be okay, and I even remember telling Grandma, "Yeah Grandma, keep praying." However, I realized that I had not asked God for help. I had been relying on my own strength, literally.

So, I put the wrench on one of the lug nuts. I prayed quietly to God. And I tried pushing down a bit before pulling up. And it moved!

The three other lug nuts also moved on the next try! (To be clear, they moved on the upswing: so I was always trying to pull it in the correct direction: counter-clockwise. "Righty tighty, lefty loosey!") The rest happened relatively quickly: Mom and Grandma came back from the bathroom, my Auntie Nancy (whom we had called her earlier) arrived to take Mom and Grandma home, I finished changing my tire, and AAA arrived belatedly (but at least they did not count the service call against my account).

From Flat tire
So ... does God exist? Was it really a miracle? What I like about this event is that one can interpret it either way. One can even attribute "blame" to different people, if that is important. I feel that way sometimes, but what seems most important to me right now is to have real faith in at least the possibility of a real miracle. Christians talk about a real miracle in history: a man died, was buried in a tomb, and then on the third day came back to life. (And, he raised other people from the dead, multiplied fish and bread, healed blind people instantly, et al.) Some truly believe that. And some essentially believe it to be impossible. And some are still in between.


General note: I was updating this blog weekly, but now I am going to try updating only bi-weekly. So the next update should be ~1/24.