146 Marbles
I used to have a Volkswagen Convertible that I loved. It was fun in the sun, dependable, and big enough to drive a few kids or friends around. One morning when Ex-man and I were in bed he said, “You really have to get the rust on the door of your car fixed.” I shuddered to think of how much it would cost so I replied, “I wish someone would just hit my car on the driver’s side.” Realizing what I had just asked for, I added, “When I’m not in it, of course.” Within ten minutes we heard a crash on our street. Then a knock on our door and a neighbor who told us that someone had just hit my car. Ex-man and I looked at each other and then went to look at the car. Sure enough, the person had hit it right on the door where the rust was. Ex-man looked at me and said, “You’re kind of freaking me out right now.” I teased him that he should be careful because I’m a witch. To make matters even better, the girl who hit my car came back to apologize and give me her insurance info - she had been on her way to an exam when she hit a patch of ice and she didn’t have time to stop. The rust on the door was fixed and I didn’t even have to pay the deductible that I would have if it were a hit and run.
After a few years we moved to a new house and Ex-man again pointed out the rust that was growing like a cancer on the other door. By then our daughter had been born and money was a little tight. Again I put out a request for something to happen on the passenger's side. One morning we woke up to find that someone had broken into the car and had used a tool to get under the door handle. The metal on the door was completely wrecked so once again the rust was fixed.
Before too long, the roof started getting cracked with age. Slowly it started to leak and Ex-man pointed out the obvious, “You need a new roof” (The fact that there was no “we” need to get you a new roof is besides the point). Again, I began wondering how I was going to swing it. One dark night when Ex-man was going out for coffee with his friend, his friend looked over and said, “Hey, isn’t that your car being broken into?” Ex-man looked up to see a man cutting through the roof of the convertible. Both he and his friend yelled at the guy who dropped the scissors and started running. They ran after him but he was faster and had a head start. Needless to say, there was a new roof for the car.
Now if I were an insurance adjuster, I would have looked at the history of the car and started to question all these happy accidents and coincidental break-ins. The fact is that they were all legitimate claims. Sometimes life has a funny way of answering our needs.
In “Anatomy of Spirit”, Caroline Myss writes, “There’s a magnetic force we radiate that draws help to us when we need help the most.” What would it take to use this power to create something truly great?
I used to have a Volkswagen Convertible that I loved. It was fun in the sun, dependable, and big enough to drive a few kids or friends around. One morning when Ex-man and I were in bed he said, “You really have to get the rust on the door of your car fixed.” I shuddered to think of how much it would cost so I replied, “I wish someone would just hit my car on the driver’s side.” Realizing what I had just asked for, I added, “When I’m not in it, of course.” Within ten minutes we heard a crash on our street. Then a knock on our door and a neighbor who told us that someone had just hit my car. Ex-man and I looked at each other and then went to look at the car. Sure enough, the person had hit it right on the door where the rust was. Ex-man looked at me and said, “You’re kind of freaking me out right now.” I teased him that he should be careful because I’m a witch. To make matters even better, the girl who hit my car came back to apologize and give me her insurance info - she had been on her way to an exam when she hit a patch of ice and she didn’t have time to stop. The rust on the door was fixed and I didn’t even have to pay the deductible that I would have if it were a hit and run.
After a few years we moved to a new house and Ex-man again pointed out the rust that was growing like a cancer on the other door. By then our daughter had been born and money was a little tight. Again I put out a request for something to happen on the passenger's side. One morning we woke up to find that someone had broken into the car and had used a tool to get under the door handle. The metal on the door was completely wrecked so once again the rust was fixed.
Before too long, the roof started getting cracked with age. Slowly it started to leak and Ex-man pointed out the obvious, “You need a new roof” (The fact that there was no “we” need to get you a new roof is besides the point). Again, I began wondering how I was going to swing it. One dark night when Ex-man was going out for coffee with his friend, his friend looked over and said, “Hey, isn’t that your car being broken into?” Ex-man looked up to see a man cutting through the roof of the convertible. Both he and his friend yelled at the guy who dropped the scissors and started running. They ran after him but he was faster and had a head start. Needless to say, there was a new roof for the car.
Now if I were an insurance adjuster, I would have looked at the history of the car and started to question all these happy accidents and coincidental break-ins. The fact is that they were all legitimate claims. Sometimes life has a funny way of answering our needs.
In “Anatomy of Spirit”, Caroline Myss writes, “There’s a magnetic force we radiate that draws help to us when we need help the most.” What would it take to use this power to create something truly great?
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