How Do We Define These Stories? Coincidence? Luck? Miracle?

If any if these events happened to you, personally, would you share them, or would you be fearful of being misjudged…
It was in mid 1990s and fashionable to take pictures of oneself showing the colors of the fields of energy around one’s head and body. The color was believed to be indicative of certain healing qualities a healer possessed. Purple, white, violet, we’re indicators of healing qualities. Of course, as a massage therapist it was a dream come true to SEE the confirmation any healer wished for in her picture. 20150901_122057

After the picture was taken I left in a rush the house of my friend where it was officially confirmed I had the aura of a healer. I had several objects in my hands and couldn’t unlock the car door.
I placed the precious picture with great care on top of the car to unlock the door. Just for a minute, and after I wiped off the dust on the top of the car with great care!

I drove away happy with one thought on my mind, A had the AURA of a healer. White, purple and violet were all around my head. For once I was considering myself beautiful!

At a stop light I glanced at the passenger seat where my preciious picture had been placed… or so I thought.
I looked… and looked again! The light turned green. People honked! Then cursed. I was NOT moving because the picture was not showing up! Stubborn picture!!!
I pulled to the side of the road… Looked again and touched the seat…

No… there was no picture staring back at me. At that point of total desperation, I’d have accepted any picture. I would have been willing to color my own healing aura! May be…
I drove around in a state if panic, tracing my way back to the friend’s house.
About 8 to 10 miles.
I drove slowly, aggravating several regular drivers, not healers, like me, but at some point that gut voice we usually ignire, told me to stop the car, get out of it and search around…
Crazy, right? Crazy and even crazier I did exactly that. Stopped, get out and searched the side of the road and the side walk…
…and guess what? Here it was, face down, at the edge of the sidewalk, was my healer picture.
I still have it, still stare at it daily and smile when I remember this story.

But wait… this is not ALL.

Fast forward to 2015 in a busy Grocery in Pennsylvania.

The passage of time gave me wisdom but took away some of my good sight, so I needed glasses.
On that fateful Friday evening, (it wasn’t the 13th) at the Smart Shopper in Middletown, PA I could not read the price on a label and in the process I dropped my glasses on the hard floor. I was so upset, didn’t even check the extend to the damage. Just put the glasses in my purse while figuring out the amount of credit card debt necessary to get new glasses.
When I arrived home, I checked the glasses, to discover one of the lenses was missing.
An insane thought crossed my mind. What IF I went back to the store and found the lens?
Oh well… it was Saturday morning, they cleaned the store overnight, It made no sense, but… many things in my life didn’t, yet they happened!

The biggest mistake one could make is to not try. If you don’t TRY how would YOU KNOW?
At the store, I bent to the floor and since I barely saw, I slowly touched the floor where I thought my lens could be… it wasn’t but I refused to give up. It’s not in my nature. .. to give up, that us.
This very focused action of combing the grocery store floor with care and love, was interrupted by a store employee
May I help you?
She looked fearful. I looked hopeful and explained. She managed to not look surprised and gently directed me to the customer service desk.
The clerk listened to me. A great sign and then a miracle, he handed me MY LENS
He explained that had I come to ask 15 minutes earlier, he wouldn’t have had ut. It had just been handed to him and they couldn’t figure out what it was.
I already loved Smart Shopper in Middletown, PA now, I am a DEDICATED SHOPPER.


… believe it or not, because I truly believe in the impossible and the unpredictable, in the twists ans turns of life, I would love to share a third true story with you in hopes it will convince ONE person, just one, to NEVER give up and always hope anything could happen!

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The HAT Test and the Diagnosis of Insanity!

Ever since I could remember, I treasured the wisdom of fables and stories with several layers of truth and interpretations. Just as in real life, many times we don’t have  “black and white resolutions,”  but plenty of “grey” areas.  The choice is to either have insomnia for the rest of our lives, or settle for “suspended judgement,” learn a new lesson, move on, learning the art of forgiving but not forgetting.

In this story, there is no  happy for ever after ending, but an open end and a lesson which I hope, if you EVER doubt what is being told to you or  what YOU experience directly, you will question and check until the truth is uncovered.

Here is the story.

Several people worked in the same office. One of them was a shy introvert, who didn’t belonged to any group. His life was an example of perfect routine and boredom by most people’s standards, but not his. This should be okay, as we live in a free country, and everything is perception.

The man in the story, let’s call him The Hat Man, came to work at 9:00 AM sharp, hang his hat on a hook, worked non stop all day with a half-hour lunch break, and at 5:00 PM sharp, invariably he put his hat back on and left the office! Soon, it became clear to his co-workers that the hat was an important part of his life. It was perhaps, a symbol of a certain standard he worked hard to reach…

One day, before he arrived to the office, the joker of the group had a “funny” idea… to loosen up the “Hat” Man!”

The plan was, that every day, for one week, the group of co-workersgot smaller but identical hats to the one the Hat Man treasured. When he was out of the room for a few minutes (let’s face it, we all have physiological needs:) the co-workers, REPLACED his hat on the hook with identical hats, but they were SMALLER and SMALLER…

Every day, as the hat turned smaller and smaller, the Hat Man became more and more agitated and worried.

“What is the matter, you seem sick,”the co-worker who had the brilliant idea of the joke, asked him.

The Hat Man, wiped  the sweat off his face, the color of white chalk, lean over and whispered: 

“Please keep this confidential..I think I am very sick or even insane!”

“Oh? What is going on? I am so, so sorry… how could I help you? What is going on?”

“My head is growing! It is growing so fast, my hat no longer fits my head, and it is a fine, made to order hat! I think I might have a tumor… I can’t eat, sleep, all I could think of is that some strange virus… bacteria… The Devil is in my head and will kill me! I am afraid to see a doctor because most likely they will think I am insane and commit me to a psychiatric ward I will loose my job!”

The co-worker looked at the Hat Man, how thin he had become, the dark  circles around his eyes and his shaking voice filled with fear, doubts and desperation…He realized that any doctor would have committed the Hat Man to a psych ward!

Suddenly, it was not funny but stupid and dangerous! The “joke” most probably could destroy this man’s life! 

He assured the Hat Man that it must be some temporary virus, one of those which comes overnight and goes away  overnight and all one could do was to pray and hope it will go away as mysteriously as it descended on his head and life!

At the end of the work day, all the co-workers met at the corner bodega  which they visited much to often, and over a few shots of Jack Daniels, decided to end the joke. What was their motivation… was it fear the poor Hat Man might die of a heart attack, or fear if he died there would be an investigation? Did they have mercy on him because they had small brains and didn’t understand the cruelty or the consequences of their “joke” for the Hat Man and themselves?

Regardless why, the original hat re-appeared on the hook and the Hat Man credited his prayers and a Power greater than us for this miracle.

He lived to be a 103 years old! He NEVER took his hat off again, except when he showered. Even then, his  dog watched the hat, so the virus of human stupidity could not manifest again!   

The morale of the story? It’s up to you! Please share…