The strangest things have been happening to me lately. It all started when I went back home to visit my ailing grandmother. Ever since then, my life has been changing in amazing ways.
A month ago Thursday I was sitting by my grandmother’s bedside holding her hand. She’d had a hard life working on the family farm. Even with all the hardships, she always could make the best of bad situations. As she shared stories of her life, she told me she had special powers. I don’t believe in special powers. I am a realist. Things are pretty black and white in my world.
At first I thought it was the ramblings of an old woman. I listened politely. Then something interesting happened. Grandma took my hands and held them between her two frail ones. Her thin fingers were icy cold. The longer we held hands, the warmer her fingers became and the colder mine were getting. We must have held hands for at least an hour.
“My sweet granddaughter, you now have the power,” she declared, as she let go of my hands and closed her eyes.
That afternoon grandma fell into a deep sleep. She never had the chance to explain what the power was. Little did I realize that within a few days I was destined to learn about my special power in some unusual ways.
The day after I returned home, I was sitting on my front porch enjoying a hot cup of tea and thumbing through the family photo album. I was feeling sentimental and pictures from the past were comforting.
I must have jumped ten feet when I heard someone clear their throat. I was alone and not expecting visitors. There in the wicker rocking chair across from me sat my grandmother. She looked the way I remembered her when she was young, healthy and vibrant. All I could do was stare. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I could hardly breathe.
“Don’t be frightened granddaughter. I’m here to give you a message.”
I continued to stare. I could feel my palms sweating and my heart racing. I wasn’t afraid, I was stunned.
“The power I gave you is the power to make your wishes come true. So let me caution you to be careful what you ask for. Always remember I am here walking beside you.”
I blinked and she was gone. The chair across from me was empty. I sat gawking at the vacant seat for probably fifteen minutes. I decided I’d been dreaming or hallucinating or maybe I was sleep deprived. I convinced myself that what had just happened hadn’t really happened.
I’ve always wanted a little dog, but I never seemed to find the time to adopt the ideal four-legged companion. Three weeks ago I heard something scratching at my back door. I opened the door and in walked a little dachshund. He strolled in and made himself at home like he owned the place. When I sat on the floor he jumped into my lap. He was about ten pounds, had smooth red hair with gray around his mouth and didn’t have a collar or tags. There’s a veterinarian on the street behind me so I took him there. He didn’t have a microchip. To make a long story short, I couldn’t find his owners and he is now mine. I’ve named him Sam.
I’ve always wanted to own a business, but was never sure what type of business would be best for me. Two weeks ago my best friend called and said she had inherited her late uncle’s downtown restaurant. She asked if I wanted to be a part owner and help her run the place. I have a passion for cooking and marketing. This opportunity was like a dream come true. I said “yes” without a minute’s hesitation.
I’ve always wanted to meet a kind, considerate, self-assured and successful man. Yesterday an old flame from my younger days walked into the restaurant. He’s asked me to join him for coffee and we sat and talked for hours. He’s coming over for dinner tonight. I want to see if Sam, my now constant companion, approves. I think this man maybe “mister right.”
I’m not saying unequivocally that I have the power to get what I ask for, but it does make me wonder. Through all of this I’ve learned to be specific about what I ask for. Just this morning I was sure I felt my grandmother standing beside me whispering in my ear, “You have the power.”
I think I’ve always had the special power. It’s the power that comes from believing in myself and having the confidence to know I am worthy and deserving of the good things in life.
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