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Submitted by: Jessica
London UKThe book came to me through a friend of my mothers. My mum gave me the book when I was at the lowest I had ever been in my life. I didn’t want to read as I felt too sad, too sick, and too cross to even try and look at a book, but then that night I couldn’t sleep (again), so I started to flick through The Secret. Before I knew it I had read nearly half way through, and I couldn’t believe what I was reading – this book I truly believe was given to me at this point because it was meant to be… Basically our son had been turned down for the secondary schools that we had applied for, and was offered nothing. This situation is a big deal in the UK and is in the news and press all the time. How could my son who is so clever so nice have nothing? We knew the risks when we were applying, but hey, what can you do, the law is all children go to school. I always prayed that he would get in to somewhere, but this is where I feel I went wrong – I wasn’t asking for the one that we really wanted. Now I feel it was left open and my request was too open. As a family we were so upset… how could we get through each day and smile to others?
I continued to read The Secret and asked the universe to send our son to the school we wanted. We prayed to god, I wrote it everywhere that he was going to that school. I said thank you and started to smile again, I believed I was so powerful, greater than all the electricity in the world. (One day when shopping my loyalty card wouldn’t swipe in the shop, and the man asked do you live near a power station? I replied, I am the power station. He raised his eyebrows) I shared to all that I was reading The Secret, and how I believed in it.
We were then strong enough to put an appeal case together to send to the school that we wanted,. We had brilliant support from others who also wrote, and this I also asked for in my prayers. Our appeal was sent, but I didn’t want to go to the appeal, and so I said this all the time out loud: “I won’t go because he will have an offer before this.” I prayed and acted as though it was already his. It was hard to get my head in to that gear, but I kept reading The Secret – it was my bible. I knew how to send away bad thoughts, think of good ones, not to play ping pong with my thoughts and most of all to say thank you at the end of each day. Days and weeks passed, my son still not being able to tell his friends what school he was going to.
Then on a Friday night I went to bed (now being able to sleep), and I told myself that our letter would be here soon. I imagined the post man posting it through my door, myself reading it, and crying with joy. I got back out of bed and put an old bottle of champagne that was left from new years in the fridge, and then I went back to bed.
My elder daughter came in the next morning with my post, and there it was, our letter – it had the school stamp on it. I knew it wasn’t for the appeal hearing… it was an offer for our son to join them. The joy we all had and the good news we were able to share was all too much. I said thank you to all, opened our bottle, and celebrated.
I was happy to give the book back to my mum’s friend, and my mum has since bought me my own copy. I would like to say thank you for the book and I am always telling people all about it. Thank you.