A Jew Name Lavine

Living in Huntsville Alabama, my family and I went to rent a huge house. We started in a motel after everywhere else had failed. Now we struggled with renting a single room in a motel. The only conclusion I could come up with was we needed more faith. I told my wife we needed a bigger house. Of course she looked at me as if I lost my mind. How can we think of bigger if we can't afford small? I reminded her, no matter if bigger or smaller, faith to maintain it would be needed either way, so why not use our faith more productive. I told her let us apply for a house yonder, to which she said our credit is not good enough. Against her better judgement, she did what I asked and to her surprise we moved in. It wasn't long before we began to struggle there also. So I looked for an even bigger house, yup we found one and before we knew it, someone took it from under us. Then my wife saw a house she liked, this faith thing was catching on. When she showed me, I coughed and thought who between us had the faith. Sitting beside a 4,000 sq ft house, one that had five bedrooms two bathrooms two kitchens and living rooms took a chunk of faith I needed to pray for. My wife told me she was going in and asked if I could join her. I knew the owner was a Jew, and me being a black man might not be a good idea. I sent her in by herself and parked my car off from the house around the corner to hide the fact that we were driving a car that you can see the road from the floor of the car in some places. After sitting for sometime, my wife knocked on the window to tell me the owner wanted to meet me and wanted me to drive our car in his driveway. I said to myself why bother, surely when he sees my car, we won't get to rent the house. I pulled in the driveway, got out of the car and was greeted by a tall healthy looking Jew Name Mr. Lavine.
While I was impressed with the house I was not impressed with the man. He was rude and short tampered. After a round or two of who he was and who he thought we were, I cut him short and asked him do we rent the place or not. My wife calmly sat unmoved either way. Like two pit bulls who knew how to fight, I finally got to see that man crack a smile. He told us he would rent the house to us. My wife got warm and fuzzy as she began to look around in detail more comfortably. Mr Lavine looked me straight in the eyes, and told me of others who came in flashy cars to rent. But because I reminded him of himself when he started out, our car reminded him of his car. Because our priorities were in the right place, instead of renting the house to them, he would rent the place to us. Further he said, I will not just rent you the place, but will sell you this house. I became confused, because we had money for renting, not for buying. I knew my wife's faith had grown, but how much was the question as this man continues to speak. I have a ledger, every payment in rent, not a portion but all will go to the purchase of this house. At these words I cracked a smile, only because the hair on my neck was still in fight mode. Some how this Jew knew something about me that I didn't mean to tell him, for he asked me if I had a job? I told him no. He asked me to come and work for him. In one moment my family and I had a 4,000 sq ft house and a job in the same breath. The rent was $1,200 per month and before then we struggled with $350 per month. We got the money from an insurance claim and handed the money over to Mr Lavine to which he handed me the keys. Once he left, my wife and I went over the house and to our delight, every part of it was to our liking. 
I went to work for Mr. Lavine, who had a host of undesirables working for him. Turns out that this Jew who kept a gun on hand took possession of a building and started renovation without permit. He showed me the method to his madness and behold what he was doing was not at all illegal but unorthodox. In private conversations he told me how he was disappointed in his children whom he worked hard to support, who are waiting to reap the benefits of his hard labour. So, instead of leaving them jack! He would max credit cards by buying cars to sell and gift them the debts due at his death. I walked to work every day, while my wife took the car to carry the kids off to school. Then before long the only car we own gave out on her also. One day Mr Lavine called me in his office to ask me how I got to work? I told him I walked. He than asked me to go and pick out the car I wanted. I went down to the fleet of cars sitting in his driveway and picked out one that suited my family. He told me to take it for a spin. I drove it to my home and picked up my wife. She demanded we go get the kids from school. I didn't think that was a good idea seeing we owed school fees yet we are driving up in a new model car. My wife looked at me with the pit bull eyes and the car ended up to the school on its own. The kids jumped in the car with smiling faces, and nothing could erase the joy in my heart in seeing their expressions. I finally got back to work with the car and told my Boss how delighted my family was in his gesture. The next morning I went to jump in the car to go to work when the keys were dangling in my wife's hand. Turns out she needed the car to take the children to school. Walking to work my God of Humor asked me how was this faith thing working out for me? I told God how good he had been to me and my family and this small so-called inconvenience a small price to pay for my family's happiness. As I pulled up on feet, sure enough Mr Lavine asked me how did I get to work? I know enough about Jews to know questions without knowing the answers before hand are never asked out loud. This question was, so I knew he already had his answer in his pocket. I walked Sir. Where is the car I gave you? No! He didn't give me anything, money came out of my check for house and car, trust me, every other Jew knows this. My wife needed the car to take the kids to school. You pussy whipped #@£&-*"&£# blah blah blah... Go down stairs and pick out another car for yourself, and let me see her take that one. I picked out a baby blue cadilac with blue leather seats. Mr Lavine told me it was a black man thing. I signed for the note and the paper work for both cars laid on his desk until a few weeks of work would release them. 
My family and I enjoyed the house and cars as each day saw Mr Lavine get weaker and weaker. When Mr Lavine took the police on a car chase through the streets of Huntsville Alabama with oxygen tanks in his car and tubes in his nose, it was a matter of time before the house and cards came tumbling down. Before we could get paperwork on house or cars, Mr Lavine died. At his funeral, all the undesirables (those with smiles who had paper work for every claim they received) that found help under his banner set across from family who had stern faces that were there. I couldn't help notice Mr Lavine having the last laugh. Yes, the family had to take back everything (which was not attached properly to paperwork) to help account for the huge debt he left behind. This marked the end for me and my wife. We stayed together for a few more years but when some sisters asked us to leave a house where everything was striving due to our living there, I told the sister to put us out. My wife looked at me and what faith? She found her a younger man with disabilities and a faithful check! And like a Pitt bull she told me she was not feeling the marriage. Me? My God is so big so strong and so mighty there is nothing my God can not do for me.. 
Smile... Nj