Through the trees; a Unicorn
Through the trees; a unicorn
Many years ago my son had a leather bracelet that his oldest sister had made for him. He somehow lost it when we moved to the country in Virginia. His sister had died two years earlier at the age of 14. She had always loved Unicorns and had a large collection of them. One day, while we were playing catch, he threw the ball over my head and it went somewhere beyond that fence that bordered the property into a wild area of brush and trees that he had never ventured into.
The two of us went through the post fence and began to look for the ball. As we walked deep into the brush he shouted, "Dad, look down". There was the ball, and sittig right next to it was the bracelet his sister had made for him that he'd lost weeks earlier. We've never forgotten that day. What were the odds of that happening? I don't know that I believe that his sister lead us to the ball...but I like knowing that I have the capacity to think that it was possible.