An uncanny event...

I was just thinking about something that happened back in December. I went to a meeting for one of the writing groups I attend and found myself telling the group that I had not been able to read very much lately, but that I would like to read The Secret by Rhonda Byrne. Nobody in the group had read it yet either. After the meeting I had some time to myself without the kids, so I stopped at a friend's house. Roxanne and I have been pals for about 20 years; she's my ghosting buddy. Anyway, we don't get together often and hardly ever talk on the phone. Most of our contact is done through email and it involves mostly joke-forwarding. I was pleased to find her at home and available for a visit. We chatted at her table about family stuff, blah, blah, blah. And then something incredible happened: Roxanne pulled out The Secret and handed it to me! It was my Christmas gift. Awesome! Now, if you know anything about this book and its message, you'll understand why this was so cool. That's the way it works!! Pretty neat, eh?