A few nights ago after reading The Secret, I sat pondering this theory on the law of attraction, wondering if it truly applied to my thoughts. Honestly, it wasn’t the first time I’ve heard of this “secret.” Neale Donald Walsch first introduced it to me with his movie Indigo, and I attribute much of my success to the day I watched that film. Napoleon Hill suggests the same theory in his book Think and Grow Rich. Don Miguel Ruiz suggests the same concepts in his book, The Four Agreements, about ancient Toltec wisdom. In fact, I had taken a customer service course through The Jenks Group, and even their techniques are similar in theory, and many of these books that I have discovered are listed on their website’s reading list. But of all the many self-help books I have read over the years, never before have I heard it explained as the law of attraction, which to me, is the best way to explain every miracle in my life. And now that I’ve read “the secret” lies in my thoughts, I decided to put it to the test by merely thinking.

My birthday is near Valentine’s Day, and I have always loved hearts. You could say things that are heart shaped are attracted to me. I use to be amazed whenever I found a little graffiti heart. Soon they seemed to appear on the ground almost every time I turned a corner. It always made me happy to discover these little hearts, but after finding like a thousand or so hearts they started to seem more commonplace and it was no longer quite so impressive to find them. The other night, I reflected on these hearts and realized I haven’t seen one in a while, but I knew that if I did I wouldn’t be so impressed. So I thought about it. Hearts are my symbol, but I have never in my life seen a little graffiti house, I thought that if I saw a little paper house then I would be impressed.

Well, when I woke up the next morning and opened my curtains, I was certainly impressed. Just inches from my window were three big, red, heart-shaped balloons tangled in the palm trees. Two balloons were tied together, and one was not. Oahu is normally a windy island, but for the last two days the ocean has been very smooth, and so it must have been the slightest breeze that brought these hearts to me. This is really no small thing, but rather an indication of much bigger things, and a testament to the power of thoughts. Now I’m wishing for a real house.