Fate you say? Nay, ’tis The Secret!
I went to a bar one night to pick up a drunk. As a taxi driver I tended to do that a lot. The bartender threw a lady of middle age into the front seat (this is Boise, the front seat is just fine). On the way to her apartment she told me about the various crap she’d gone through in her life, culminating in her current fight against cancer. She continued telling me about her life inside her abode. I don’t like it when people suffer. A thought hit me, ‘She needs The Secret!’ Because she didn’t have any money for the fare she promised to fashion a piece of jewelry for me and made me promise to come see her the next evening. I went to see her the next evening, not to order a piece of jewelry, but to give her my copy of The Secret dvd. I showed it to her and she said “Oh my God, I heard about this two months ago and have been wanting to see it, but I couldn’t afford to buy it. Nobody I know even has it.” Said I, “Well, this movie explains why we met. I want you to watch it at least once a day for a week.” I haven’t seen her since. I know she’s doing better though. She was ready for The Secret.