My Foster Dad Gave Me One Dollar on My 5th Birthday – Years Later It Radically Changed My Life When I Was at My Lowest

As a foster child, Steve and Linda gave me love and stability. But on my fifth birthday, I was taken from them to live with my biological parents. After being abandoned at seven, I became homeless, keeping only a crumpled dollar bill Steve had given me years ago.

Years later, while living on the streets, an older man named Jacob taught me to read and write. That dollar bill, with Steve’s message, reminded me to never give up.

I worked hard, eventually earning a job as a driver for a businessman named Mr. Brown. Over time, he mentored me, and I rose to manage his company.

When I visited my foster parents years later, Steve recognized me and smiled. “Maybe it’s not the dollar, but you,” he said.

I realized then that the real luck wasn’t in the bill, but in the belief and love Steve had always shown me.