How I Got “Lucky” On Friday The 13thJuly 15, 2018
Friday, the 13th has come and gone. All is well in the Good home. I never doubted that it would not be a good day. I know Adam was expelled from Paradise on Friday, the 13th and died and was cremated. Eve served the forbidden fruit in her garden. Last Friday, the 13th, you may have given a little knock on wood that the day would come and go, and all would be well. A slight knock never hurts, darlings, right?
When I heard a short exchange on television of the fears some people experience on the 13th my mind went in the opposite direction. I thought of my ‘good luck’ and my serendipitous experiences. Sure we all have misfortunes, to include myself, but I am a true believer that we should use our troubles as learning tools to bring us back into a happy state. Remember, we are bloomers, wise women over 50, who by now have learned a lesson or two or three or more.
So, take a moment, right this minute, to count your blessings, your serendipitous happenings and rethink your disappointments.
A STORY OF GOOD LUCK AND SERENDIPITY
Many of you know we lost our beloved, pooch, Orchid Good in April 2018. Her loss brings my ultimate concierge and me to tears. Her eating and drinking bowls sit in our kitchen with her collar and tags in one and her favorite chew bone in another. Her ashes and paw print sit on a shelf in our den, and a photo of the three of us hangs on our wall. Our grandson, Logan, painted her portrait; a gift given out of love, that adorns our home.
My ultimate concierge’s open grief over the loss of Orchid turned my attention away from my miserable state into a definite mission. I would find a Wheaten pup for my man. We would open up our hearts to a new pooch. Little did I know it would be harder than buying a new home!
Orchid’s breeder stopped breeding years ago, and I had my doubts about her because of the type illness Orchid developed, so I began my research that wound up taking hours and weeks of research, with no positive results finding a pooch. I spoke to Wheaten lovers who sent me to people they knew who had soft-coated wheaten terriers. They were accommodating and shared the name of their breeders. Their breeders had no litters and sent me on to other breeders. I made calls across the USA to breeders with the most exceptional reputations. I studied websites. I sent emails. I sent out so many emails I finally began to copy and paste them! I refused to give up because I knew, indeed knew, I would have good luck and find the right pooch for ‘my man.’
Luck Sat Down Next To Me!
And, then by pure chance, unexplainable chance, serendipitous ‘good luck,’ on an American flight from New York to Chicago with over 300 passengers on board, who sat next to us…a couple who just lost their pooch!
The wife asked me, “What kind of a dog did you have?”
“A soft-coated Wheaten terrier,” I replied.
She said, “My best friend rescues Wheaten terriers, and we just left her home.”
I told this lovely woman my story of how I could not find a pooch, and before the plane took off, she called her dear friend, Susan. I was on the phone with Susan as soon as we arrived home.
By five o’clock that day, I was able to tell my man the delightful news. “We have a new puppy. He is a few weeks old. You will have him in your arms by the end of August,” I said to Shelly with glee.
I went on to say, “Do you think It is best we have a male?
“Yes,” he responded. “We will not compare him to Orchid, but I think his middle initial should be O.”
A New Pup
Our breeder’s female Wheaten had nine babies. They are now four weeks old. She and I text often. I sent her photos of Orchid and us. I told her about Orchid’s personality. I filled out a form leaving nothing unturned. She sends me videos of the puppy’s development. I watched them take their first steps, drink their first sip of milk out of a dish, try and get out of their large cage. I hear Sandy talking to them. I listen to the sound of kindness in her voice and watch her gentle hand lift the puppies; all in videos all the time wondering: which pooch will be ours to love?
This was without a doubt serendipity, darlings. Was it good Karma? Was it a miracle? Was it good luck? Yes, yes and yes! And, to be sure it was a blessing.
And, I cannot end my musing without saying, “Our ‘good luck’ would not have been possible without the kindness of two women strangers who reached out to help me.
My ultimate concierge and I are doubly blessed because of the high standards Sandy sets as a member of the Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier Club of America, SCWCA.
I can explain my serendipitous experiences. Serendipity presents itself because I am in touch with my inner feelings. I always grab on to ‘chance’ because I see it as an opportunity. Serendipity is chance that can lead to good fortune because of a person’s will.
To you, darlings, who don’t experience serendipity I beg to differ with you. You do. You will experience serendipity if you are ‘aware’ the luck of chance is presenting itself. Grab onto your chance, like I do, and make it work to benefit you. Mix Serendipity with positive effort, and you will have good luck. I promise.
This story is a perfect example. Our new pooch will be in our arms because of serendipity and effort. A chance meeting and a strong desire to make it happen and come true is going to make ‘my man’ a very happy man. Me, too!
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