I was reading The Secret on a sunny afternoon when I decided to test the story. I thought about
what would give me the belief I needed. A Monarch Butterfly would need to fly by and that would be my sign. I was disappointed when the butterfly did not flutter by.
My daughter had moved to Florida and needed some of her books sent to her. A week later my husband, mother, and myself were going through her books to send her, and my mother had a stack of books on her lap. One book fell out of the pile and onto the floor.
I looked at it, and on the cover was a Monarch butterfly.