I have been a lifelong student of the law of attraction. It was not until I read The Secret when it first came out, that I realized why my life has been relatively easy. The Universe is always providing for me. I have so many stories to tell, how to decide which to tell here? I’ll start with the most recent experience.

I was in our new second home in the States, which is exactly like the one I had on my vision board many years ago. My husband, the perfect man for me, whom I also manifested, and my loving parents were all enjoying our two months stay. While there, I bought and read The Secret To Love, Health And Money. That book really helped me with the idea of being grateful for the future like it has happened already!

My father has Parkinson’s. Until three days before having to get on a plane for a nine hour flight back to Buenos Aires, my dad was mobile and somewhat independent. He had fallen in the past and every time it was awful but he survived each fall without even needing to go to a hospital.

So three days before our big trip, Mom, hubby, and I went to the movies, and dad decided to stay home. When we came back, we found him on the floor, he had been there for over an hour. I had family coming over to say their goodbyes and mom didn’t want anybody to know what had happened. So we were able to get dad in bed just before everyone arrived. We told everyone he was just tired. The next day it was time to go on a four hour drive with a car rental that we needed to pick up to get to the airport. On the way out of our home, dad falls again. He gets up, with our help.

By now it is obvious to us that like it or not he needed a walker. Stubborn as he is, he tried to get into our car by himself. I ran behind him, just in time to catch him as he fell out of the car and before his head hit the cement driveway.

The night before I had laid in bed being grateful for the ease of traveling with someone who was hurt and vulnerable. His falling two more times was not what I had envisioned. Now I’m Googling where I can get a walker, knowing that time was not on our side since it was almost closing time for most stores. I’ll admit I was somewhat of a nervous wreck.

Then “the magic” started! My husband goes to say goodbye to our neighbor and to thank her in advance for keeping an eye out on our house while we’re gone. They get to chit-chatting, explaining what had been happening. Our neighbor says, “I have a walker in the garage, take it”. He of course offered her money for it and she said, “Don’t be silly, if ever you need anything ask me first, I probably have it in this garage of mine.” When he came to the car with the walker, I went to say thank you to her and just ended up so grateful that I couldn’t stop crying. I knew then it would all be okay.

From that moment on everything just fell into place, no pun intended! People all around us went out of their way to help us. Everyone was opening doors for us, figuratively and literally. We drove to the nearest airport to pick up our rental car so that we could drive to the other airport, four hours away, which is where we were flying from. We got a free upgrade, a bigger car that could hold both my parents and the walker more comfortably.

We got to the hotel where we could rest before flying out the next day and I gave my parents our room because it was closer to the elevator, and less walking for dad. The room was completely handicap accessible, which I hadn’t asked for. I figured all the rooms were the same. When I go to the other room, it was smaller and not handicapped accessible at all.

The next day, we get to the airport to find out that the drop-off point for the car was miles away outside the airport. We decide to leave my parents alone at the airport and ask one of the people who work there about getting my dad a wheelchair and directions to the car rental. Not only did he get us the wheelchair, he said, “There’s a service where I can go and return the car for you, this way you don’t need to leave your parents.” Again, before I could say yes I was hugging this man and saying, thank you more times than I can remember right now.

On the plane, everyone bent over backward to help us. The staff rearranged our seats so my dad could be closest to the door. Now we had to sit all four of us, close to the door but in the middle. Originally we were to sit, my parents in two seats, alone, and us behind them, alone. Now we were squeezed all together, but close to the door. There were some empty seats and the stewardess asked my husband and me if we’d like to move so we could be more comfortable. My husband said no because we did not want to leave mom and dad alone. Across the aisle, a man traveling with his young daughter overheard the conversation and said, “No worries, we’ll move, this way they can have the aisle all to themselves.” Once again, I was more grateful than I can explain. Many more strangers helped along the way till we got home, safe and sound.

Back home it is a learning experience of how we are going to become caregivers to my parents. Still, miracles keep on happening. Three days later and my dad can walk again. Will he keep on needing a walker or even a wheelchair in the future? I can’t say I know the answer. What I do know is that with a grateful heart, the Universe will provide.