Is
it just ME, or do you,
too, love beautiful, simple, yet profound stories you can easily visualize?
If so,
here’s one you are going to love. Put
yourself into the story. Picture it in
your own neighborhood
Finding Grace by Bob Perks
"What
could this possibly be?" I thought to myself.
Why
would someone place that sign so low? No one could read it."
You see
them everywhere. Small signs promoting yard sales, cars, and business
opportunities are posted on poles and lobbies of stores throughout the
community. So many, in fact, that they sometimes become a blur defeating the
sole purpose of getting your attention.
Not this
one. This one stood out because it appeared to be a mistake.
I had just
arrived at the local shopping center and as I got out of my car I noticed a
small sign taped to the first pole. The reason I noticed it was because it was
taped to the very bottom of the pole.
At first I
thought it had fallen, but at closer look I saw it had been very securely
attached with several inches of masking tape. So much tape that it crossed over
the middle of the sign blocking out some of the details.
I had to
look closer and to see what they were selling and who would do such a silly
thing.
"Ah,
a house for sale. I guess this was an approach to grab your attention," I
said to a store clerk who was apparently taking a break and enjoying the fresh
spring air.
"I
don't think so," he replied.
"Well,
why else would they have placed the sign way down here?" I asked.
Then,
pointing down the walkway, he said, "That little girl is doing it. I just
watched her and that lady hang this one."
Stooping
down, I glanced to where he was pointing and indeed saw several more signs.
Curiosity
always gets the best of me and some of the most incredible stories to share
with my readers. This one was sure to fall into that category.
I slowly
approached them and waited until the young child wound another yard of tape
around the last sign.
"Excuse
me. I don't mean to be rude, but why are you placing the house for sale signs
so close to the ground?" I asked.
The woman
smiled and turned to me. "She's not selling the house. Look closer,"
she said.
Again I
stooped down adjusting my position until I could finally read the small print.
"We
miss you!" I read out loud. I looked up and said, "I don't get it!
You miss the house?"
"Look
closer," the woman replied. "Look at the picture."
Okay, now
I am really on my hands and knees. People passing by must have thought I was
foolish.
"Do
you see the child?" the woman asked.
"Yes, I do." I replied.
"Look to the left in front
yard."
Now adjusting my glasses and
squinting I said, "The dog? Do you mean the dog?"
"Yes! Look at the very bottom
of the sign."
Now this was a test for sure.
"I miss you! Come home!"
I miss you come home? I didn't
understand. Fighting to regain my dignity, I stood up.
I must have had that
confused look on my face.
"Her dog is lost," the
woman explained.
"Most people would hang a lost
sign with a picture of the dog on it. It would also be where people could actually
see it," I said with a chuckle.
"Well, you saw it," the
young girl said.
Good point.
I found myself distracted for a
moment. This child had the most beautiful cherub-like face accented by short
curly blonde hair that danced with every movement she made.
Just seeing her sky blue eyes
twinkle with the innocence of her youthful spirit made me hesitate to ask for
further explanation.
Thankfully, the woman filled me in.
"I explained to her that it may
be hard to find her dog. As you can see the store has many signs posted. So she
said that she had a better idea. She wanted her dog to find her. Thus the
picture of the house, her and the dog," she said.
"And hanging them down
there..."
"You got it. So the dog could
see it," she said.
Then motioning me aside the woman
whispered, "It's been missing a few days now.
We really thought it would
be back already. I didn't want to give up until she felt she did everything she
could."
My heart ached for the child as I
tried to think of some way to help.
"What a great idea!" I
said to her. Then I stooped down and said, "I will say a prayer.
I'm going
to give your mom my phone number. Call me when you and your dog are back
together."
I handed the woman one of my
business cards. I had to know how this ended. "By the way, what's your
dog's name in case I meet him in my travels?" I asked.
"It's a girl dog," the
child said. "Her name is Grace."
I looked to the woman and she
confirmed.
"Yes, we named her that because
that's how we got her. She was lost. 'Amazing Grace, I once was lost but now
I'm found, '" the woman said smiling.
One week later my phone rang. The
little girl called to tell me Grace came home.
Amazing!
So, IS it just me?
May all the Graces you seek
come to you…just as amazingly!
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