{"id":112467,"date":"2025-02-12T10:51:57","date_gmt":"2025-02-12T03:51:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/legendstitch.com\/?p=112467"},"modified":"2025-02-12T10:51:57","modified_gmt":"2025-02-12T03:51:57","slug":"poor-builders-father-gives-him-an-envelope-before-passing-away-with-instructions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/legendstitch.com\/poor-builders-father-gives-him-an-envelope-before-passing-away-with-instructions\/","title":{"rendered":"Poor Builder\u2019s Father Gives Him an Envelope Before Passing Away with Instructions&hellip;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Poor Builder\u2019s Father Gives Him an Envelope Before Passing Away with Instructions to Open It 10 Years Later \u2013 He Finally Does\n<p>Eugene was just 15 when his father was d-yi-ng, leaving him completely alone. His mother had abandoned them years ago, and now, as he sat by his father\u2019s hospital bed, the social workers were already waiting in the hallway to take him away.\n</p><p>\u201cPromise me you\u2019ll be strong,\u201d his father said weakly.\n</p><p>\u201cI promise to be just like you,\u201d Eugene replied, gripping his father\u2019s hand.\n</p><p>\u201cPromise me one more thing,\u201d his father added. \u201cThere\u2019s an envelope on the table. It\u2019s for you. But don\u2019t open it for ten years. Exactly ten years. Promise me!\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cI promise, Dad,\u201d Eugene whispered, hugging him for the last time.\n</p><p>From that moment on, not a day passed without Eugene thinking about the envelope. But he had made two promises\u2014and he kept both.\n</p><p><img fetchpriority='\"high\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-112470 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/legendstitch.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/02%5C/Poor-Builder.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"1080\"' height='\"1350\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/legendstitch.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Poor-Builder.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>His life wasn\u2019t easy. It felt like being stranded on a deserted island\u2014no one understood him, and no one seemed to care. He faced hardship, loneliness, and poverty that clung to him like a shadow.\n</p><p>But finally, ten years passed. That day, Eugene showed up to work as a construction laborer, the envelope clutched tightly in his hand. He had waited so long for this moment.\n</p><p>At the end of his shift, he sat down, heart pounding, and carefully opened the envelope. Inside was a letter, written in his father\u2019s handwriting.\n</p><p>Four words.\n</p><p>\u201cMeet my lawyer. \u2014Dad\u201d<br>\nEugene stared at it, reading it over and over. That was it? No message? No explanation? \u201cYou\u2019re still making me wait, huh?\u201d\n</p><p>He grabbed his coat and left.\n</p><p>The building was nicer than Eugene expected. He felt out of place in his dusty work clothes.\n</p><p>He walked up to the receptionist. \u201cUh, I\u2019m looking for Mr. Calloway?\u201d\n</p><p>She glanced up. \u201cDo you have an appointment?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2026 I think so?\u201d Eugene held up the paper. \u201cMy dad told me to come here.\u201d\n</p><p>Her eyes widened slightly. \u201cYou must be Eugene.\u201d\n</p><p>She picked up the phone. \u201cHe\u2019s here.\u201d\n</p><p>Moments later, an older man appeared in the doorway. He studied Eugene for a long moment before smiling.\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019ve been waiting for you,\u201d he said. \u201cCome in, son. We have a lot to discuss.\u201d\n</p><p>Eugene\u2019s hands gripping his knees.\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-112472 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/legendstitch.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/02%5C/Screenshot_194-427x420-1.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"427\"' height='\"420\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/legendstitch.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Screenshot_194-427x420-1.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>\u201cYour father came to me before he passed,\u201d Mr. Calloway said. \u201cHe set up something special for you. A test, in a way.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cWhat kind of test?\u201d\n</p><p>He slid a folder across the desk. \u201cHe left you a savings account. Every penny he could spare. Over the years, with interest, it has grown.\u201d\n</p><p>Eugene opened the folder. His breath caught in his throat.\n</p><p>$400,000.\n</p><p>\u201cThis\u2026 this is mine?\u201d\n</p><p>Mr. Calloway nodded. \u201cOn one condition. Your father told me that you could only receive this money if you worked hard for ten years. If you became a man who understood the value of it.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cSo\u2026 if I had opened the envelope early?\u201d, Eugene asked.\n</p><p>His expression darkened. \u201cThen you would have received nothing.\u201d\n</p><p>Eugene sat back. His father had been testing him. Making sure he didn\u2019t take the easy way out.\n</p><p>Mr. Calloway reached into his desk and pulled out another envelope.\n</p><p>\u201cThere\u2019s one more letter from your father,\u201d he said, handing it to Eugene.\n</p><p>\u201cYou have disappointed me. You cannot spend money whose value you do not know.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cWhat\u2026?\u201d\n</p><p>Calloway\u2019s lips curled into a small smile. \u201cThat letter isn\u2019t for you.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\n</p><p>He pulled out another envelope with Eugene\u2019s name written on it.\n</p><p>\u201cThis,\u201d he said, handing it over, \u201cis your letter.\u201d\n</p><p>Eugene opened it slowly.\n</p><p>\u201cI am proud of you. Now you know the value of this money.\u201d\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' wp-image-112471 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/legendstitch.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/02%5C/Screenshot_197-279x420-1.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"368\"' height='\"554\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/legendstitch.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Screenshot_197-279x420-1.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>Eugene exhaled, his chest tight with emotions he didn\u2019t know how to name. His father had been gone for ten years, but in this moment, Eugene could hear his voice clear as day.\n</p><p>Eugene clenched the letter in his fist and smiled. \u201cThanks, Dad.\u201d\n</p><p>He stepped out of the lawyer\u2019s office, the cool afternoon air hitting his face. His hands were still gripping the letter, as if letting go would somehow make this moment less real.\n</p><p>This money was enough to change his life. Enough to quit working, to finally take it easy. But he knew he wouldn\u2019t. His father had made sure of that.\n</p><p>Eugene walked down the sidewalk, his mind racing.\n</p><p>He could start his own construction business. Hire good, hardworking men like the ones he\u2019d worked alongside for years. Build something of his own. That\u2019s what his father would have wanted. To build a future with his own hands.\n</p><p>Eugene glanced down at the letter once more. \u201cI am proud of you.\u201d\n</p><p>He folded it carefully and tucked it into his jacket. That mattered more to him than the money ever could. He had spent 10 years working, struggling, pushing forward. And now, finally, hr knew this wasn\u2019t just an inheritance.\n</p><p>It was a lesson. And Eugene would honor it.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"</p><p>Poor Builder\u2019s Father Gives Him an Envelope Before Passing Away with Instructions to Open It 10 Years Later \u2013 He Finally Does Eugene was just 15 when his father was d-yi-ng, leaving him completely alone. 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