What Happened To My Little Piggy Bank (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Sep 08 2024	Views/Reads: 84/53	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Money isn’t our problem, but the “love of money.” Money is important to my daily life. If I allow money to become an obsession, it takes my mind off what is important. I need to use what little money I have to live a life pleasing unto the Lord. Money

This week, I had to do something I hadn't done before: go to the bank
and deal with fraud in my checking account. Someone tried to write a 
check for $1800 from my account. Fortunately, I didn't have that much 
money in my account, and I was a little provoked by this incident. How 
dare they! 

I sat with the bank advisor dealing with this issue and getting my
account back to normal. They had to issue me a new card because they 
were closing my checking account. 

As I waited for all of this to process, I felt a little thought dance in
my head. Whatever happened to my little piggy bank? It never gave me 
trouble like this. 

When I was young, I didn't have an official bank account. I actually did
not need a bank account at that time. My grandmother gave me a little 
blue piggy bank. When she gave it to me, she said, "Now, make sure you 
put money into this piggy bank every week." Then-9 she handed me my 
first two quarters for my piggy bank. 

I was so excited because I really needed the money; the only problem was
that my grandmother had not told me anything about where the money was 
going to come from. It took me a while to realize I had to put money in 
myself. That little piggy bank was not a magic money machine. 

I hid my little piggy bank in my bedroom so nobody could find it. Every
time I got some money, I made sure I put some of it in the piggy bank. 
Over time, the money grew in that little piggy bank. 

For as long as I had that piggy bank, I do not know any time when
somebody took money out of it without my permission. I would have 
thought that every bank had that kind of precaution. 

The times I used that little piggy bank were wonderful memories. 

Next door to where we lived was a little country store. It sold mostly
food, like soda, ice cream, cookies and the like. Whenever my little 
piggy bank had enough money in it, I would take some out and go to the 
little country store and get myself a well-deserved treat. 

I usually did it when nobody was watching because I did not want to use
my own money to buy someone else a treat. You know how that is! 

For many years, that little piggy bank served me quite well. It was
always there when I needed it, and as far as I knew, nobody else knew 
it was there. Unfortunately, nobody contributed to my piggy bank. 

Then, I went to a Bible school in New York and left my piggyback behind.
I did not think about it for quite a few years. 

Now, sitting in the bank trying to get my account back in order, I
happen to think of my little piggy bank. I have no idea what happened 
to it. I would love to see it again and there might be a few coins in 
that little bank. 

My parents sold the house while I was away at the time, and I never
found out what happened to my little piggy bank. 

It has been over 60 years since I last saw that piggy bank, but I still
relish fond memories of it. 

Just before Christmas, when we were doing our Christmas shopping, I was
able to delve into my little piggy bank to get some money for Christmas 
presents. I remember that first Christmas, I was very surprised at how 
much money was in that little piggy bank. 

Whenever I got any money, I put some of it in the piggy bank, and I can
never remember counting it. I just knew it was there. I thought about 
all of the presents I bought my parents and siblings with the money in 
my little piggy bank. 

The bank finally fixed my account, and I was ready to leave. My piggy
bank had never given me this much trouble. 

Driving home, I could not help but think of how much that little piggy


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