After reading a few pages of The Secret and the feather story, I decided to try it out. I imagined a guitar pick. It was red and worn, with a glossy marbled pattern. I decided I would have it. I hardly gave it a second thought.
Three days later I walked into my laundry room and there, on the floor, was the pick. None of my family members remember ever seeing it before, and I still have no idea how it got there. It is a constant reminder that there are unseen forces at work every day in our lives, and nothing happens by accident. I love you!