This is the first of two major life events that led me to believe in the law of attraction and the power of visualization. This event is from 2001 or 2002 when I was about 8 or 9 years old. It was before The Secret was published and even longer before I had even heard of the term ‘law of attraction’, let alone known what it was.

My grandmother used to live with us and she had been severely ill for the past 6 or 7 years. The entire right half of her body from her right shoulder down was paralyzed as a consequence of a brain haemorrhage she had suffered and she had lost her speech. She had not lost her voice, she could shout but she could not speak words anymore like everyone can, so she couldn’t talk. She also had cancer and a heart condition. In short, as an eight year old, my grandmother had every ailment I had ever heard of at the time. This was during the 2 to 3 year period when she had been the most stable. She could slowly walk around the house with the help of a stick.

It happened one afternoon when I was coming back home from school. Our domestic help used to pick me up from where my school bus dropped me off. While walking me back home she told me that my grandmother had gone to the bathroom for a bath and had slipped and fallen to the floor while in there. She could not pick herself up and as she had locked the bathroom door from the inside, we could not go inside and help her. She had been lying on the bathroom floor helpless for a couple of hours. None of my parents were home and the maid did not know what to do. As soon as I reached home I tried pushing the door open but it would not open because it was latched from the inside. I picked up my plastic cricket bat and started hitting it on the wooden bathroom door. It was a light weight plastic bat, half the size of a proper wooden cricket bat. It was a toy bat for toddlers to play with and there was no way one could break open a wooden door with it, and certainly not with the meager amount of physical force I, as an 8-year-old, was capable of generating. But I wasn’t old enough to understand this then. All I knew was that I was gonna open that door. I started hitting the locked bathroom door with the plastic bat and I continued for about 15 minutes without stopping, angry because it would not open. I finally gave up when I was physically exhausted and I somehow zoned out.

Then I had a thought. No, the thought had me. It was like a premonition. A very strong and clear visual of the door opening for me after hitting it with my small plastic bat. I was lost in the thought. I wasn’t even visualizing intentionally, it was partly subconscious. I did not think too much of it, I mean it was just a thought. I snapped out of the thought. I had given up and I just threw my bat at the door. I don’t know why I threw it, maybe because I wasn’t going to try opening the door anymore. And as I watched the bat hit the door, like my in my vision, the door opened.

One could put logic to it and say that maybe the door latch had been slightly sliding open each time I had been hitting the door with my bat and coincidentally, all it needed was one last jerk for the door to open when I threw my bat it. But now I know how it had opened. It had opened because of the power of thought. I felt like a superhero that day. I teared up because I could not believe what had just happened. The maid picked up my grandmother and helped her to her room. Luckily she was not hurt.