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Chapter 10: A New Destiny

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

Jeremiah’s House

Jeremiah had awoken to a sunny Tuesday morning and stretched before he got up from the bed. His feet touched the ground and he excitedly said “Thank you Lord!”

Jerrel was still asleep in his room. So Jeremiah moved around as quietly as possible to get ready for his interview at Motions Intellect without disturbing Jerrel. With is can giving him assistance, he moved from the shower, to the closet, to the kitchen. Jeremiah got dressed in a tan suit, blue shirt, and tie that accented both colors. He cooked breakfast with enough for Jerrel to have something to eat. Pancakes and bacon. Jeremiah had his daily devotional and a little more prayer time.

On this same day that Jeremiah had his interview, Jerrel was to go out looking for a job. Since Jerrel didn’t have a car to drive, yet along couldn’t drive in the first place, he had to catch public transportation to get from place to place.

Jeremiah slowly walked in Jerrel’s room. “Jerrel, time to get up buddy.” It was then seven-thirty a.m. “Time to get ready and get going. I’ve got to get to my interview. There’s breakfast in the microwave and I left some money on the counter for you.”

Jerrel turned over, still sleepy eyed. “Ok. Thank you Mr. Washington.”

Jeremiah smiled and said, “You’re welcome. Oh, and blessings on your search today. I’m proud of you Jerrel.”

“Thank you Mr. Washington. And blessing s to you on your interview.”

“Thank you, Jerrel. Oh and you don’t have to call me Mr. Washington anymore. Call me Jeremiah.”

“I just wouldn’t feel right doing that. One thing my mom did teach me was manners.”

“Ok, kid. Have it your way,” Jeremiah said smiling. “I’m outta here. Have a good one!”

“You too, Mr. Washington.” Jerrel got up from the bed and headed to the shower.

Motions Intellect, Inc.

Jeremiah walked into Motions Intellect ten minutes before his eight o’clock appointment. The receptionist up front assisted him and in no time he was sitting across from James Borwood, director of administration and accounting.

“Hello Mr. Borwood. I’m Jeremiah Washington. Nice to meet you,” greeted Jeremiah with a grin.

“Hello Mr. Washington. It is a pleasure meeting you as well. Have a seat,” invited Mr. Borwood as he held out his hand towards the chair opposite of him. “I have definitely heard great things about you from Darius Jackson, one of our best employees here.”

“Oh, yes. I appreciate the things he has said. He surely is a great friend of mine.”

“Great! Do you have your resume handy?”

“Yes sir, I do. Here you go,” said Jeremiah as he handed over about three sheets worth of information on himself.

“Thank you.” Mr. Borwood looked over Jeremiah’s resume with a fine toothed comb and then commented. “Everything on here looks fantastic, Mr. Washington. But why did you leave IBA?”

“Sir, I was actually laid off. I loved the job, but they had to cut back and I was low in seniority.”

“I see. Now let me go over some things with you. In this accountant position, you will work from eight-thirty to four-thirty each day, with occasional opportunities for overtime. Overtime is actually logged into your comp time or hours earned towards vacation time. We are responsible for hundreds of clients, so we expect diligence and around only a two to five percent error rate.”

“Ok. That is surely doable.”

“Good. You will be a salary employee, which I see you was at IBA. Pay is right at $80,000 a year according to your experience, with chances of advancement, paid bi-weekly and paid lunch.”

“Wow! That’s a little more than I was making at IBA. That’s great!”

“We pride ourselves on promptness, integrity, and an all-around good work ethic. Let me ask you, if you come in late, take lunches beyond your allotted time, do you believe it is stealing?”

“Yes sir, I do. To have a job like this is a privilege and should be treated as such.”

“I like that answer, Mr. Washington. Would you like the job?”

“Yes sir, I would!”

“Great! I will check your references and give you a call back very soon.”

“Thank you sir. I really appreciate it!” Jeremiah gratefully said as he got up from the chair. “You’re welcome. Look forward to talking with you more. Have a wonderful day, Mr. Washington!” Mr. Borwood said, shaking Jeremiah’s hand.

“You too, Mr. Borwood!”

Jeremiah exited the office, then the building beaming with excitement about his new job opportunity. Soon after he wanted to make a stop that he felt was important to make. He drove until he came to a brick building . The name on the bricked sign spelled out, “I-B-A”.

Jeremiah walked inside and was greeted by nearly every one of his former co-workers. One guy, named David Wilson, came up to Jeremiah.

“Jeremiah!” David said with excitement. David worked in the accounting department with Jeremiah. “What are you doing here? You got your job back?”

“Hey David, how are you?” asked Jeremiah. “No, I just came to take care of something important.”

“Oh, too bad. We really miss you around here. What happened to your leg?”

“Long story, man. Too long to tell right now. Maybe we can catch up at a later date. But hey, it was good seeing you!”

“Cool. Yeah, same here, man. You take care of yourself,” David encouraged.

“You too , David.” Jeremiah and David parted ways.

Jeremiah got on the elevator to the fifth floor and limped to the second office at the right of the hallway. He knocked on the door.

“Come in,” prompted the voice on the other side of the door. Jeremiah done as he was told and walked inside. “Mr. Washington! How are you?” asked the man behind the desk as he scooted his chair away.

“Hello Mr. Graff. How are you?”

“I’m good,” answered Mr. David Graff. “What brings you here? That last thing I know, we didn’t leave each other on the best of terms.”

“No sir, we didn’t. That’s why I came by. I was going through a rough time with my grandmother’s death. And me getting fired just compounded everything. But that is no excuse for the way I acted that day. I apologize for my attitude and the way I dismissed myself. That was unprofessional of me. And even more, not the way I should conduct myself as a man of God. It wasn’t how I was raised. You all gave me great opportunities here and I appreciate it. So, yeah, basically I’m saying to you that I’m sorry.”

“Mr. Washington, I thank you for coming to me personally to let me know this. I do accept your apology. And to let you know, I really hated losing you. You knew how to handle the accounts given to you in a profound way. Wish we could hire you back.”

“Not to be rude, Mr. Graff, but leaving here actually was the best thing to happen to me. Other doors opened up for me. I thank you for the time here, but my time was up. God had a plan all along and I’m just now understanding that.”

“Mr. Washington, I totally understand. I pray the best for you and your future,” Mr. Graff said as he shook Jeremiah’s hand.

“Thank you, sir. You have a good day.”

“You too, Mr. Washington,” smiled Mr. Graff.

Jeremiah walked out of IBA with his head held up high. What he previously deemed as a cures was now viewed as a blessing. Jeremiah felt as though he was beginning to walk into his new destiny.

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

Jeremiah woke up to his usual routine Wednesday morning and sat down on the couch. It was about nine-seventeen when he received a call.

“May I speak with Jeremiah Washington, please?” asked the caller.

“This is him speaking,” said Jeremiah.

“Hi Mr. Washington. This is James Borwood from Motions Intellect. I interviewed you yesterday.”

“Yes, yes. How are you doing, Mr. Borwood?”

“I’m doing well. I was calling you with some good news. I looked at your references and contacted your former employers. We would like to officially offer you the job as an accountant with our company.”

“That’s great news! I accept the offer and excited to be on board!”

“We’re excited to have you on board. Please come by tomorrow at eight o’clock a.m. to fill out some paper work. If all is well, you will start Monday with training. We look forward to working with you.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Borwood. I will see you in the morning.”

“Have a good day, Mr. Washington.”

“You too.”

Jeremiah hung up and had his own praise party. He felt refreshed, renewed, and rebirthed. A new man had emerged from the ashes of despair!

At around eleven o’clock, Jerrel came in the house. He had been out for a second day looking for a job.

“Mr. Washington, guess what!?” said Jerrel.

“What’s that Jerrel?” asked Jeremiah.

“I got a job! I was so afraid no one would hire me because I didn’t graduate high school. But the manager at Go Burgers is willing to give me a chance.”

“I’m proud of you, Jerrel. Congratulations!”

“Thank you. But Mr. Washington, I’ve been thinking about something else.”


“I’ve been thinking about going to get my GED.”


“Yes sir. It’s been on my mind for a while now.”

“Well, go for it. I will help you all I can. I will help you study for the test. But I’m confident that you can pass the test, Jerrel.”

“Thank you. I will give it my best, but I am a little scared.”

“No need to be scared. Trust in God, Jerrel. So when do you start your new job?”

“Tomorrow at noon. I’ll be working around five hours a day. When do you start your new job?” wondered Jerrel.

“How do you know I even got the job?” asked Jeremiah.

“I just know you did. So?”

“I fill out paper work tomorrow and start Monday!”

“That’s great, Mr. Washington! Congratulations to you!”

“Thank you Jerrel. So we need to celebrate, right?”


“How about we go grab some lunch. My treat!”

“Ok, Mr. Washington. Let’s go!”

Serenity Baptist Church

That night, Jeremiah and Jerrel attended Bible study at six o’clock. They took their seat and Pastor H.M. Graves began his lesson. He was teaching the adults on the subject of the fruit of the spirit. He was on the love portion of it for the night.

“Love is to be the foundation of everything that we exhibit,” started Pastor Graves. “Joy, patience, peace, everything. If love is not at the base of what we do, then there is no need of doing it. We must understand that there should not be an ulterior motive to our actions. Let’s look at John 15:10.”

Jeremiah took notes while Jerrel sat and listened. The study lasted for about an hour and was ended. As Jeremiah and Jerrel were about to leave the church, Pastor Graves beckoned for Jeremiah to come over and talk to him. Jeremiah stepped over in his direction, while Jerrel sat down away from the conversation.

“Brother Jeremiah, it’s good to have you back at church. How have you been?” asked Pastor Graves.

“Pastor, I’ve been real good,” Jeremiah responded. “Just rehabilitating this leg. I have a long way to go, but I’ll make it.”

“That’s good. I just wanted to say I know it has been rough for you over the past few months. But what we must always have confidence in is that God is going to bring us out of the fire. Always carry with you in your heart the story of the three Hebrew boys. They had God in the furnace with them the whole time. God was with you through your mess and your fall apart.”

“You’re right, Pastor. And thank God for faithful friends.”

“Yes, Brother Jeremiah. Thank God for them. Never take for granted the friendships you have.”

“I understand completely, Pastor. And I surely won’t. I made mistakes in the past with friendships that I won’t make again.”

“I’m proud of you, Brother Jeremiah. Thank you for being the man you are. And even of greater importance, the man you have become. We’re going to get you back into the swing of things with the youth soon. But for now, just know that you have done my heart good in many ways and I love you, son.”

“Thank you and God bless you for your kind words, Pastor. I love you too. And I’m so blessed to have you in my life.”

“I will continue to pray for you and Brother Jerrel both. Please, don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.”

“I won’t hesitate.”

“Have a good night, Brother Jeremiah.”

“You too, Pastor.”

Pastor Graves hugged Jeremiah and embraced him for a few seconds. Jeremiah and Jerrel exited the church to head home. This week had been tremendous to Jeremiah. Just by the body language of Jeremiah, he had a renewed life and confidence. Head held up high and walking upright. Yes, he felt like a new man.

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