The crew continued to work, but I held Ms. Patty, standing in a pile of junk, by her car for half an hour. Right then, that was more important than hauling trash. I told her again that she was gonna be fine, that she would make it and all with Gods help. And then I headed back to work.

Twenty minutes later, calf deep in the mush of her basement, I found something hard, round and very heavy. I wiped roaches off with my glove and a few layers of Pontatain filth to reveal a water cooler jug. It was half full of brown water, but was too heavy to be filled with only water. In the musty brown light of the basement, I couldnt quite make out what else it was full of though, so I headed back outside and grabbed a dolly. I headed back down and then loaded the bottle on the dolly and step by step hoisted it up the stairs to street level. As I reached the sun light on the sidewalk, it became quite clear why the bottle was so heavy. I rolled the jug over to Ms. Patty still standing by her car contemplating, got her attention and informed her that it was quite clear that was right on track, just right where God wanted her to be. She looked at me puzzled, then I kicked over the bottle and 10,000 pennies came pouring out.