Marilyn Irlbacher. You’ve probably never heard of her. And I doubt you will remember her name. But you won’t forget her story.
She was only eight years old. Living in a less than desirable foster care home. She worried about the 50 cents she owed her school for some lost books. Unless she paid the fine, Marilyn wouldn’t get her fourth-grade report card.
When she was told that was the case, little Marilyn ran from the school-house in tears. She didn’t have 50 cents. And the very thought of asking her foster parents for the money terrified her. As she ran down the street, she didn’t see the tall man in her path until she ran into him.
“Here’s the rest of the story” In her own words. Continue reading