I was two years old when Steve and Linda, my foster parents, took me in. They treated me like their own child. Steve always made me feel special, often saying, “Dylan, you’re just as good as anyone else.”

On my fifth birthday, my biological parents appeared out of nowhere and took me away. As I hugged Steve goodbye, he handed me a one-dollar bill, saying, “There’s a special message for you written on this bill. Never lose it.”

Years later, my biological parents abandoned me in a park. I was seven, alone, and scared, clutching that dollar bill. I vowed to survive on my own, living on the streets for nine years.

One day, while under a bridge, I found the bill and read Steve’s message: “You are my son and always will be… This dollar is lucky. With it, you will succeed, but you have to believe in yourself!”

Determined to change my life, I worked tirelessly. An elderly man, Mr. Brown, noticed my hard work and offered me a job. He became my mentor, helping me rise from poverty.

Years later, I visited Steve and Linda, showing them the dollar bill. Steve said, “When you didn’t know it was lucky, you were homeless. As soon as you knew it was lucky, you succeeded. Maybe it’s not the dollar but you?”

Reuniting with my foster family felt like coming home. I realized the true luck was in Steve’s belief in me.