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When Serendipity Called
There was a time in my life when I felt stuck. Not falling-apart stuck—just that quiet, restless kind of stuck. The kind where the days blur together and you wonder if this is all there is. I wanted more. I wasn’t even sure what “more” meant—just that I was craving connection, joy, maybe even a little magic.That’s when I read The Secret.
Say what you want about manifesting, but I was in the mood to believe. I pulled together pictures of everything I wanted more of: smiling faces, friendship, money, laughter, purpose. I made a dream board and set it as the background on my computer so I’d see it every single day. No plan. Just intention. Just trust.
And then—one day—my phone rang.
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Doctor, I’m Dying
Back in 1987, I was working as a corporate trainer at a bank in Oakland, California. On most days, I would commute from Napa, California, with my husband to Walnut Creek, California. He would drop me off at the BART station, and I would catch the train to Oakland. He worked in Walnut Creek so that he could go on to work. The Train came into Downtown Oakland, about a block away from the bank branch where I was working. The train came into a station that was down in the bowels of the earth. There were three layers of escalators to take to reach the street level.