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Walking in Comfort
Submitted by: Cindy S.
Washington StateI am 63 years old, I travel for business alot, and am in middle management. My life has been a series of setbacks financially, but I have always known that when it was most needed, money would be there. Now I realize that the abundance of the Universe is at my disposal, and I can have unlimited wealth, not just what I need.
I recently went on a 10-day business trip. I had been having some trouble with my feet, and needed relief. The day before I left I went to the shopping center to pick up some alterations. My feet were really hurting, and I asked the Universe (I call them “my Angels”) for a parking spot up close so I wouldn’t have to walk so far. When I pulled into the lot, the place was packed! I went down one aisle, up the next, down the next, and thought to myself, “I guess I didn’t ask soon enough.” I then turned back and went up the same aisle I had just been in and suddenly saw a car getting ready to pull out, about half-way up. I stopped and waited, and while waiting I looked up at the store. A woman walked out the door, walked to her car (way up front), put her things in the car, turned around and looked at me, and WAVED TO ME! She continued waving until I pulled forward, then she got in her car, backed out, and gave me her spot TWO SPACES FROM THE DOOR.
Later, on that same trip, I was flying back from a day trip between Los Angeles and Phoenix. I was exhausted (long day) and my feet were screaming. I began focusing on the plane coming into a close-in gate for a short walk out. The plane went to the farthest out gate in the whole airport. I kept focusing on “short walk,” and revised my thinking to one of those moving sidewalks. I got off the plane, walked about 100 feet, saw a moving walk and headed for it. Just then, an airport employee appeared with one of those riding carts, pulled up, and asked me if I wanted a ride. Who am I to question the Universe? I hopped on and he drove me all the way to the exit. (Turns out, he and a buddy of his decided to use those carts to pick up tips – it wasn’t his job to drive them.) My walk was shorter than it would have been if things had happened as I imagined them. Moral of both stories: don’t worry about “how”, just focus on “what.”