By Sue R.
from Portland, OR
My husband, at the age of 45 found himself having to re-invent himself career-wise. He owned a business for 12 years but due to health issues, the business folded, we claimed bankruptcy and lost all that we owned.
One day he decided that he simply had to take a step in any direction, just to get moving somewhere again. So he decided to go to school. The first two years were at a Junior College where he got his AS degree, but upon graduating he received a letter notifying him that he qualified for a special grant (actually it turns out one that is rarely given and most of the financial aid people at the school weren't even familiar with)....one that would enable him to go further with his schooling.
So he choose a speciality Photography school that is quite expensive to attend....without that grant there was no way he could have attended.
He started his classes hoping to just 'get by' until something showed up. He had an old camera that he was hoping to get by with until he could find something else.
Because the school was about 250 miles from where we had been living we lived in the back of our pickup during the weekdays for the first two months and drove to where we were staying for the weekends.
One Friday at the beginning of the semester he was given an ultimatium. If he did not have the $5,000 worth of equipment by Monday at class time he could no longer attend.
Neither one of us were working at the time, we had taken a chance going to the school and moved up there living in the pickup during the weekdays. We didn't have $50 let alone $5,000.
All Friday night driving back to where we were staying I kept saying to him "Are you going quit?" to which he would reply without hestation "No! I did not come this far to quit. I will not quit" to which of course I did the whole "But what are we going to do?" I did this for two and a half days, I was scared and couldn't see an out or how this was going to happen. But my husband just kept repeating the same "I will not quit" to anything I said. He simply would no entertain what we would do if something didn't show up. He wouldn't even look at the possibility or discuss it with me.
Sunday night, my uncle in called. I hadn't spoken to him in quite a while. They live thousands of miles from us and we keep in touch very sporatically. Just a "Hi, How you doing" and then hang up. But tonight was different. Tonight he calls and starts off with the usual "Hi, how you doing?" and I did the usual "Fine" and then he did something unusual, he just said "Your Aunt and I were talking and we decided we wanted to send you $5,000". That was it. Not $50, or $1,000, or even $10,000. Nope, out of the clear blue they called to let us know that they had decided to give us the EXACT amount we needed.
I just cried. I had been worked up all weekend and my husband simply had sat there with unwaveriing faith and just refused to even allow an option of it 'not happening'. I then explained to him what the situation was and asked him to direct deposit it into our account instead of sending us a check as they had planned to do.
By Monday morning we walked into the bank and withdrew the exact amount my husband needed to stay in school.
The Universe works to perfection. Had it been any less he couldn't have gone, had they mailed the check instead of calling to let us know it would have arrived too late and he would have had to leave before it arrived, had we left any earlier on Sunday to drive back up to school we would have missed the call, etc. etc., etc.
The more we looked at any variation the more we realized the perfection of what had just happened.
We done this many, many times. Enough that we know in our heart of hearts.....the Universe hears what we hear inside and delivers it without fail every time.
About Sue R. from Portland, OR:
Wife, Mother of three grown kids and Grandma to one grandson.
Source: The Secret by Rhonda Byrne
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