A Story About an Ordinary Life
A son's tribute to his father. A journey through Heaven.
A reminder that your life matters more than you know.
David Ruman is dying. He's not famous. He never wrote a bestseller, planted a church, or stood on a stage in front of thousands. He went to work. He came home. He loved his wife. He raised his kids. He showed up to church and stayed after to stack chairs.
And he has no idea how much any of it counted.
Until five doors open. And everything changes.
A Father's Legacy Revealed.
Five doors. Five revelations. A lifetime of hidden impact finally made visible in ways David never imagined.
What if you could see your family after you're gone - but couldn't reach them? A glimpse into the perspective of eternity.
Your ordinary faithfulness was never ordinary. And Heaven has been watching the whole time.
"This eats!"
This story started as a Christmas gift.
I wanted to give my dad something that actually meant something. Not a sweater. Not a gift card. Something that said what I'd been trying to say my whole life. Because we don't always get the time we think we have. And some things need to be said while we still can.
So I wrote him a story. A story where he got to walk through Heaven and finally see what his life actually accomplished. The prayers that got answered. The people who found Jesus because of a wooden cross he pressed into their hand. The furnaces he fixed for free at 3AM that kept families warm. The ripple effects of fifty years of quiet faithfulness.
I gave it to him at Christmas. He liked it. My mom liked it. And now we want to get this story to the rest of the world.
Because I don't think we tell people often enough that they matter. Maybe you've spent years showing up, doing the right thing, loving your family, and no one ever stopped to say "I see you." Maybe you know someone who needs to hear that. This story is for you. And for anyone you know who needs to hear it.
It counts. All of it.
— Mike Ruman
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That's David Ruman. My dad. The David from the book.
He's been a furnace repair man for over fifty years. He's fixed thousands of furnaces. He's crawled under more houses than I can count. He's shown up at 3AM when families had no heat and it was twenty below outside. And yes, he really does make up fake rebate programs so people don't have to pay.
A lot of the stories in The Five Doors are true. The wooden crosses. The jail ministry. The furnace calls. The way he loves my mom.
I also made a lot of it up. I don't actually know what Heaven looks like. I don't know if there's a Window or five doors or angels with battle scars. That part is imagination.
But here's what I want you to know: this story isn't really about my dad.
It's about you. It's about your dad. Your mom. Your grandfather who never missed a Sunday. Your neighbor who mows the widow's lawn without being asked. It's about every ordinary person who ever wondered if any of it mattered.
My dad just happens to be the one I wrote it for.
Oh, and Janet? That's her in the picture. My mom. Fifty-plus years of marriage, still going strong.
Every prayer you've prayed. Every time you showed up when you didn't feel like it. Every kindness no one applauded. It all mattered. It all counted.