like confetti. The result? Silence. Richie was undeterred. He scoured the internet nightly for new job postings. To pay bills, he took a job mowing grass at a local golf course from 5 a.m. to 3 p.m. daily. Each afternoon—after ten hours at work—he’d play a few holes of golf with his granddad, and together they would pray for God to open a door. After months of mowing, praying, applying, and waiting…mowing, praying, applying, and waiting… Crickets. (Unfortunately, none of them with connections to Jiminy,