So, I was at a concert at the Tabernacle in Atlanta (the headliner was Flogging Molly, who were amazing :D), when I went crowd surfing and my phone had fallen out of my pocket. Now, this was not a life or death situation, however, losing my cellphone is a rather large inconvenience. As soon as I realized it was missing I began to use the Secret for about 2-3 minutes and visualized myself calling friends and texting, then returned to the show and enjoyed myself for the night.

Most of my friends just figured it was a hopeless cause because of the number of people in the venue (there’s no way it shouldn’t have gotten stomped on in the mosh pit), and I almost started to believe them, but I stuck to faith in that I would have my phone again.

Then, right after school had ended the next day, I called my father from a friend’s phone, who mentioned he had it for me waiting at home. I came home and, sure enough, my phone was waiting there for me and my dad told me how he came to retrieving it. It is next to me as I type here now, and without a scratch on it. It was certainly either luck or faith in The Secret that helped me, and I believe it was the latter of the two that sent my phone towards me.