Through the lens of a child
Mine is just a wee story about something that happened to me only a few weeks back. My four and a half year old daughter wears glasses full time, but being only young she tends to handle them quite a lot, to the point where the lens tends to pop out quite easily. Two weeks back we were at her big brother’s rugby game standing on the sideline (which for the little kids happens to be the middle of the big pitch) watching his game and cheering him on. My daughter and her twin brother were playing with a friend of theirs and some of the older boys who were all a little bored watching the game. After the game finished we jumped in the car and headed off to my netball game which was half an hours drive away. On the way my daughter told me her lens had popped out of her glasses, and I said, ok I will look for it as soon as we get to netball (thinking of course that it must have come out in the car).
When I stopped the car and had a look I couldn’t find it, so I asked her where it had come out… and she said, “When I was playing tag with the big boys.” Ok, so picture this, a big playing field all muddy and ripped up from the little kids game, and when we left a full field game was just starting, and somewhere there her lens had popped out. Instead of telling me straight away she had waited until we were in the car. My chances of finding it when straight after my son’s game there was a full field game? Probably next to nothing. BUT! I had read The Secret only a few weeks before that, so I KNEW that I would find that lens.
After my netball we headed back to the field to see where we would find it. I wondered around on that field for ten minutes just picturing the lens lying there untouched. Could it have gotten pushed into the dirt and cushioned by the dirt? Was it stood on by a football boot with sharp sprigs on and shattered? No! I knew I was going to find it. And find it we did. A glass lens from a four and a half year old’s glasses. No bigger than the head of a small tablespoon. A rugby field which had had two games on it and acres of space round the outside where the kids had also been playing. And there it lay in the long grass just along the edge of the field, winking at me as if to say, “I told you so; the Secret really does work!”
Thank you. Thank you for the book, thank you for the Secret. Thank you full stop.