Have you ever read The Secret? It was popular in the mid aughts. We’re still calling it that, right? Ok, fine, it was 2006.
The basic gist was that if you wanted something in your life (more money, better job, thighs that don’t rub together), you could manifest it just by visualizing it.
It sounded like a bunch of nonsense and was incredibly popular (Oprah loved it). But, aside from listening to the By the Book podcast ruthlessly making fun of it, I hadn’t thought of it in years.
Until yesterday.
I fell the other day and hurt my ankle. It’s better than the time I broke both feet hiking sixteen miles through a river. It’s worse than the time I broke my toe kayaking, which is not even a sport you use your feet for.
I had been getting by hobbling around on crutches for a day or so when I told my mom what I really needed was a knee scooter.
What’s a knee scooter you ask? It’s just like those scooters the kids zip around on, except there’s a “seat” for your bad leg and you push around with the good one.
It’s a very cool thing to have and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
We went to urgent care where a woman who looked exactly like Helm from Grey’s Anatomy said my foot was still so swollen, they couldn’t read the x-rays. I promptly found a patio with free flowing rum runners to put my mind (and foot) at ease.
When we got up to leave, my mom had gone back for her purse and so it looked like I was by myself. I had not really gotten the hang of the crutches at this point.
Picture a woman who still has “Covid hair,” limping though a fish fry on crutches, very obviously tipsy and in imminent danger of falling right into someone’s plate of mashed potatoes.
Just when I thought I might be in true danger of falling down the two stairs leading to the front door, a woman appeared. The woman had a purple streak in her hair and seemed VERY concerned about me. She looked like she had an aura around her, like a goth angel, but that could have been the rum runners.
She repeatedly asked whether there was anything she and her husband could do for me and I said no, because what could these people POSSIBLY do to make this day any better? Save your do-gooding for someone else, sister. I’m a hot mess and can’t be helped.
And, THEN, as she was nearly out in the parking lot, she turned around and said, “WOULD YOU LIKE A KNEE SCOOTER?”
“It’s got tassels on the handlebars and a pink unicorn head on it and a unicorn basket, but you can easily take those off if that’s not your style.”
I was speechless. Who would remove a pink unicorn head from a scooter?
Anyway, she may as well have offered to drop a new Vespa at my door, that’s how excited I was (nothing gets me going like italian scooters).
She had been looking for someone to donate this scooter to and they brought it to me right there in the parking lot. Now, I’m zipping all over the neighborhood on this thing. And, by neighborhood, I mean back and forth from the bed to the kitchen.
It was a magical moment and I’m still not sure what to make of it.
What about you? Have you ever felt like you brought something into your life exactly when you needed it?