When we grow up, we usually stop believing in fairy tales. Indeed, there is no place for miracles when you have work to do and children to raise. But in fact, wizards can live right next door. Thanks to them, we suddenly find the things we’ve lost long ago, and the elevator always arrives on time. And these wizards keep their secrets very carefully.
- When my grandfather was about to die and couldn’t speak anymore, he waited for a moment alone with me and asked me for a pen and paper. He wrote, “There is a Rolex, 4 gold coins, and $5,000.00 in my old wooden box (an ancient box where he kept shoe polish wax and stuff like that); everything is yours now, I love you.” I have the box under my bed with the note and everything inside as it was that day. I will never tell anyone, and I will never sell the Rolex or the gold coins, I only took the money and put it in a savings account, and they’re there.
- I had a neighbor who was an older lady and didn’t have much extra money. She had a dog she couldn’t afford to take to the vet regularly. The dog was everything to her. I would tell her I would take her dog to the dog park to play a couple of times a week. He was friends with my dog anyway, so it was no big deal. Once a year, one of those trips was taking the dog to the vet. I never told her or my neighbors because I didn’t want to embarrass her.
- My friend is a major, major fan of a particular music band. They came to our city a couple of years ago, and I knew she couldn’t afford the tickets to go. She was upbeat about it, but I know it devastated her. I bought tickets. Two days before the show, I told her the friend I originally planned to take couldn’t go, and asked if she would come with me. There was no other friend. I told her I loved the band and would be sad to miss them. She, of course, accepted and had the time of her life. She’s doing much better now, but every couple of Christmases or Birthdays, she gets me some of their merchandise because “she knows how much I love the band.” I can’t stand their music. I have them blocked on Spotify. But now it’s gone too far, where I can’t tell her.
- First marriage to my late wife, on the wedding day, the ring got stolen from my car. I was freaking out. My two best men went into overdrive, took a picture I had of the ring, and went to, I don’t know how many jewelry stores explained what had happened and if they had a similar ring. They went to this great jewelry maker who said, “I have something close; give me a bit, and I can make it perfect.” He worked hard and got it done in about an hour. He told my best man not to worry about the price and for me to come down after the honeymoon to work it out. I did, and he gave it to me at the cost of the materials. The three of us are the only ones who know.
- In 1998, I had a friend stuck in a very toxic situation at her home. She had an opportunity for a new start across the country in Oregon. She had a Dodge Neon hanging on for dear life and decided to pass on the opportunity, fea
What happened next changed everything…
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