Lost and Found

Ξ December 30th, 2011 | → 6 Comments | ∇ me, ramblings, sharing too much, Uncategorized |

Years ago I had a simple little sterling silver German Shepherd charm on a bracelet and lost it. Looked everywhere, and I do mean everywhere for that little guy. I felt silly praying for guidance to find it, but did anyhow. And then I still couldn’t find it. Then September 2004 had the stupid flood hit and my storage unit on Campbells Run Road got submerged under water for days. Problem was I could not even begin to think about it since I was busy throwing away most of my (now sopping wet with sewage water and ruined) possessions, mopping, bleaching, washing and generally trying not to freak the fuck out about no longer having a place to live. So yeah, probably was more like a week or two before I got to the storage facility since other priorities were on my mind.

The garage type door was barely half way on its way to open when BAM!, the stench hit. Sewage water that sits and festers? Not anywhere near a pleasant odor. I took a step back. Regrouped, if you will. Said a silent prayer for strength to get through another day of throwing possessions away. And repeated words I had been saying for days, “It is only stuff. I asked for Reilly and Ludo’s safety during this flood and I got it. My dogs are all I need. Thank you for their safety.”

I threw the door all the way open and backed up again, desperately hoping the fresh air would somehow mix with the awful smell and make it all better. After another strength gathering moment I stepped inside the tiny unit. Thick brown mud was on everything. Most items were unrecognizable as they sat under the disgusting substance. I was about to get overwhelmed and desperate not to lose my composure so I looked down at my feet. An inch in front of them sat a perfect, shiny little silver dog, surrounded by a tiny circle of clean cement.

How could a mud filled room possibly have a two inch perfect circle of clean cement on the floor? How could a totally brown room offer a pristine pup?

All I know is my dogs were safe and then up shows another dog I prayed for. I wholeheartedly believe in a higher being. Always have. Too many things like this happen to me for me to not believe. The timing of these tiny miracles is just the icing on the glorious cake.

[I linked to two old posts within this one. They contain the entire flood story, but are rather long posts. Just warning you!]


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  1. Megan said,

    on December 30th, 2011 at 12:17 pm

    When I was sixteen my grandfather gave me his mother’s engagement ring. I worte it all the time, but I would take my jewelry off when I was by the pool and put it on the towel with me. Naturally I picked up the towel and the ring flew into the grass. You know what kind of grass we have here in Florida – it was impossible to find anything. I told my grandmother, who prayed to St. Jude, I think. That night, a cold front moved in and there was a frost, a frost just cold enough to burn the grass and leave that ring shining in the morning sun. The maintence guy returned it to me – I still have it.

    There are miracles at work around us if we care to look.

  2. Sybil Law said,

    on December 30th, 2011 at 2:25 pm

    I believe, too. What an awesome story.

  3. Miss Britt said,

    on December 30th, 2011 at 2:28 pm

    Megan – I bet it was St. Anthony your grandmother prayed to; he’s the patron saint of lost things. :-)

    Becky – I love that you appreciate miracles for what they are.

  4. martymankins said,

    on December 30th, 2011 at 3:33 pm

    A great story. Amazing story.

  5. burghbaby said,

    on December 30th, 2011 at 9:37 pm

    I adore you, woman.

  6. Lisa said,

    on January 2nd, 2012 at 12:32 am

    I love this story.

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