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The thing about pessimism, fearful thoughts, and limiting beliefs is that they really, really work. Mike
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The Hats of Love When my husband took his car to Les Schwab to have the tires rotated, he was told that his brakes were way past needing to be replaced, so he immediately made an appointment to have the brakes replaced, a process he was told that could take from two to four hours. Four hours is an obnoxious amount of time to sit in a tire store, waiting for your car to have work done on it. So we decided that if it did indeed take four hours then I would drive up to Sequim and pick him up and we'd come back the next day and get the car. I gave it some thought and decided to drive up to Sequim anyway and get gas at the Costco up there and then stop by Safeway and maybe QFC if Safeway didn't have what I needed. I was driving along on the highway when I realized I didn't have my cell phone with me. I'd need it to call Wayne to find out if it was going to be a two hour wait or a four hour wait. I was approaching an intersection to a road which I knew to the Port Ludlow road. However, I had forgotten that the road is five miles of bumpy, one-lane, muddy dirt road. By the time I got home and retrieved my cell phone I was feeling very frustrated and seriously considering whether to just stay home and let Wayne sit it out. After a bit of musing along these lines, I decided to go ahead head out for Sequim once again. During the drive as I was fuming over the extra hassle that I'd just experienced a thought popped into my mind. It was simply this: "There is a purpose to everything." Amazingly, that thought calmed me down and I continued on my trek in a much more relaxed state of mind. After finally arriving at Sequim and getting my truck filled with gas at Costco I called Wayne and asked if he'd found out whether it was going to be two or four hours for his car to be done. He said that the mechanic who was doing the work on it said two hours, so he didn't need a ride home. Whew. Now all I had to do was get the groceries. I drove to Safeway and after getting a few needed veggies I discovered, much to my dismay, that their cooler where they had the spinach was completely bare of anything! A mainstay of our diet is spinach salad for dinner, so this was no small issue. I found a guy who looked like he worked there and asked him where the spinach was. He said that cooler was broken… as if I couldn't see that with my own eyes. So I boldly went into their backroom and found another employee who said they had some spinach in a smaller cooler in the back. After a few minutes of waiting for him to emerge with some spinach for me, he came out empty-handed and said there was no spinach. Well, that settled it. I had to go to QFC, which is at the other end of town, a drive of about two miles, to get spinach. After arriving at the store and finally finding a parking place, I entered the store and found that I was at the opposite end of the store from their Produce Department. So I had to trek through the store, dodging people who were standing in line at the cash registers, to get to their produce department. This was turning into a day of hassles. But I just kept remembering that message I was given on the drive up to Sequim - "There is a purpose to everything." Since all I needed at the QFC was three containers of spinach, my shopping in that store was quickly completed. When I got to the line of check stands there was one open and nobody was waiting in line, so I quickly cruised in to that one. The cashier was a young man who was wearing a beautiful pale blue and cream-colored knit stocking hat - even though it wasn't very cold in the store. "That's a beautiful hat," I commented to him. "Thanks. One of the women who work here made it," he replied. Then I looked at the young man who was putting my containers of spinach in a paper bag and he, too, was wearing a beautiful knit stocking hat of a different color combination. "Your hat is beautiful, too," I said to him. "Thanks. Charlotte, who made his hat made this one, too. She gives them away," he added. "Gives them away? She could sell them," I said incredulously. "Yeah, well, she just likes to give them to people. That's her over at the cash register behind you," he said. I turned and saw a woman two stands behind me, finishing up with a customer. "Hey Charlotte! She likes your hats," yelled the bagger as he pointed at me. "Would you like one?" she asked me. I was surprised that she'd offer me… a complete stranger… one of her beautiful hand-made hats. After a few seconds of composing myself I said yes. "I'm just getting off work now, so give me a few minutes to sign out. Meet me outside," she said. I did just that and she took me over to her car where she pulled out two huge cardboard boxes full of beautiful, colorful, hand-knit hats. "What's your favorite colors?" she asked me. "Purple and forest green," I answered. She began pulling hats out of the boxes until I spied one that caught my eye. "That one. The purple and black one," I said. She pulled it out and handed it to me. "I can't believe you just give these beautiful hats away. Can I pay you for this one?" I said to her. "No, you can't pay me for it. I like to give them away. I enjoy creating them and it gives me something to do while I watch TV at night." "Well, this one is my new favorite hat," I told her. Then she told me a wonderful story about her hats. "The elderly mother of a friend of mine died, leaving amongst other things, four huge boxes of yarn. So the family decided to give me all the boxes of yarn. I made hats for each one of them and when I presented them with the hats, they cried. That's the payment I love to get," she finished. I put my new hat on, gave her a few more thanks, and walked to my truck. I could feel the love that she instilled in the hat as she was knitting it. She was giving away more than just hats. She was giving her love to all who received one of her hats. On the way home I was thinking about this wondrous gift and I remembered the message I'd received: "There is a purpose to everything." I began to think about all the events of the day and how, had just one of them not occurred, I would not have enjoyed this wonderful experience with Charlotte and her hats. The timing had to be perfect for me to arrive at QFC just as she was getting off work so that she could go out to her car and give me one of her hats.
A delay isn't just an annoying event. Remember... there is a purpose for everything... and that purpose is always a gift of love. Love, ps. This is just one excerpt from my newest ebook, Magical Mystical Stories... available soon from Amazon. Omnidimensional
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