I knew it was going to be a quiet night.  I called Therese after work.  ”Omigosh,” she answered with my same voice.  Not only do we look alike, we sound EXACTLY alike.  ”Dominic just called out your name.”

“Weird.  You mean before I called or when the phone rang?”

“A few seconds before you called, he said, ‘Auntie Cat.’ “

I swear to God there’s something going on with that kid.  He always seems to know who’s about to call or who’s on the phone.  Anyway I called Therese to tell her I’d take Dominic to his gym class tomorrow morning.  I slept in last weekend or maybe I was hungover.  All the weekend mornings blend together.  So I’m aching for gym time with my nephew.  It’s like our little gig.

Knowing it was going to be a quiet night, I figured I might as well get started on my errands.  I headed down to Lucky’s (formerly known as Albertson’s formerly known as Lucky’s) and took my time strolling the aisles.  I love to do that at my neighborhood grocery chain store.  The one I go to is so clean, too–the one on Masonic and Fulton–better than the ghetto ass Safeway on Geary and…gosh, I don’t remember the name of that side street.  But all you SFers know what I’m talking about.  The one with multiple security guards milling around inside and out.

I carefully chose four bottles of wine (buy 4, save more), packed my cart with Lean Cuisines, and a steamy rotisserie chicken from the deli.  Yummy.  Plus, I caught up on the latest celebrity gossip while waiting in line (Angelina and Brad are going to get married).

I decided to go all out and play Cinderella tonight.  After eating dinner, I got down on my hands and knees and started scrubbing the floor.  Very Karate Kid in the wax on, wax off manner.  My floors are fucking pristine.  I can see my reflection on them.  But it’s all very weird how much I care about my floors since I have no problem walking around my place in dirty shoes.

So I’m sitting here alone which is what I wanted to do tonight, but the other night, I really wanted to be with someone…anyone.  And no one was around.  It seems like everyone has taken off this weekend for Tahoe, LA, Mexico.  I wanted to get away, too, but remembered I have something going on this weekend and that I wanted to be with my nephew.  Anyhow I wanted to celebrate, to go out with friends.  I was so pleased with my bonus.  But I had no one to talk to.  No one at all.  So I sat here at home, thinking what to do with this cash infusion coming my way.  I always like to buy one nice thing with my yearly bonus.  Maybe I’ll get a camera or have my place painted or redo my bathroom.  But today I think I settled on buying Berkshire Hathaway stock because I want to go to the annual meeting in May.  Anyone want to come with?  

Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton looked right at home behind a restaurant counter on Thursday, chatting with several waitresses and writing up an order with a flourish. And now we know why.

“I’ve waited tables before,” she said.

Mrs. Clinton stopped at the restaurant, a Bob Evans in the southern Ohio town of Rio Grande, on a campaign swing in the Appalachians. Mobbed by diners and news personnel, she slipped behind the counter, where she talked with the waitresses about grits, stuffed pancakes and more.

“I might as well take a few orders,” she said, reaching for a pad and beginning to scrawl with a flourish.

This prompted one waitress to say Mrs. Clinton handled it like a pro.

Mrs. Clinton replied that she had been a waitress before, when she was much younger. An aide said later that Mrs. Clinton worked at a family restaurant in high school, when she lived in Park Ridge, Ill., and did a short stint at a Chinese restaurant when she was in law school at Yale. What is more, the aide said, she washed dishes in a restaurant-lodge in Alaska, on the midnight shift, in the summer of 1969.

A Secret Scrolls message from Rhonda Byrne
Creator of The Secret

 

A Secret Story – My Miracle Heart

I want to share something with you that I do every day. It is the simplest thing to do, but the power beneath it is immense.

As The Secret has spread, the stories of miracles have poured in to us in their thousands, from all over the world. They are stories of absolute inspiration for anyone who reads them. They have been written from the heart of each person, in an act of pure giving and gratitude, and in the hope that their life-changing story of The Secret will inspire millions of others.

Every day, without exception, I raise the vibration of my heart and my life by reading Secret Stories. And this daily practice has spread through the entire Secret Team.

These amazing true stories are available for everyone to read, in the story section on The Secret website. Reading these inspiring Secret Stories will change your life. Every one of them is a miracle. Every one of them will give you astounding insights into the law of attraction. Every one of them will inspire you to greatness. You will learn from them, and most of all, your heart will be touched to the core of your being. As your heart is touched, your vibration soars.

From all of us at The Secret, thank you, thank you, thank you, to every single person who has written in and shared their amazing story with us. You have made our days, and you have touched our hearts so deeply.

As you read this first Secret Story sharing through The Secret Scrolls, you will understand that any words of mine are a feeble attempt to capture the beauty of a human being’s true story.

 

From Lauren in California – ‘My Miracle Heart’

I received a call from a stranger about my inheritance. That’s how I found out about my father’s sudden, unexpected death. He was 53. He died from an aortic aneurism from a rare genetic heart disease called Marfan Syndrome. I went to the Chief of Cardiology at Cedars Sinai in Beverly Hills and found out that I had Marfans too.

Marfans is a genetic heart condition for which there is no cure, which often results in death from an aortic aneurism. It often strikes people early in life, usually in their 20s. I was 28.

I was devastated. I had 1st degree heart block and a heart murmur. I would need a pace maker as the heart block progressed to the 2nd degree, but the real concern was my aortic valve and the possibility of a rupture. I wouldn’t be able to have children. My entire life to this point, I had been extremely athletic in competitive sports, from volleyball to swim teams to college tennis. I was completely into nutrition and fitness. After the news, I was truly terrified. Where I used to view myself as strong and positive, I now saw myself as weak and fragile, with what I was told was a “ticking time bomb in my chest”. While I tried to stay my usual positive self, in the back of my mind I was always aware of the imminent danger and my inescapable mortality.

I lived with this fear, getting checked by my cardiologist twice a year for years, until I saw The Secret. I was due for another visit to the cardiologist right around that time. I was awestruck by the woman who cured herself from cancer and the man who healed himself from the plane crash. I decided right then and there that I was going to heal my heart. I believed it and knew it was possible.

I quickly banished any negative thoughts about my heart and refused to let them enter my mind anymore. Every night as I laid down in my bed, I placed my right hand on my heart and visualized a strong heart, and rehearsed in my mind my heart beating strong, looking and sounding the way a strong healthy heart was supposed to. Every morning when I woke up I said, “Thank you for my strong, healthy heart.” I visualized the cardiologist telling me that I was cured. I didn’t tell anyone what I was doing for fear of judgment or disbelief. I postponed my cardiologist appointment for about 4 months to give myself enough time to try this.

I went to the cardiologist, with my medical file full of past electrocardiograms and echocardiograms confirming my physical heart problems. Nervous and excited, I tried to calm myself as I got hooked up to the EKG, then got the sonogram.

The cardiologist came in with the test results completely dumbfounded. There was NO sign of a 1st degree heart block. There was NO heart murmur. There was NO expansion in my aorta. He checked and re-checked the old tests and the new one, now showing a perfectly healthy heart with no physical symptoms of Marfans! He had no explanation. I was ecstatic, but honestly, I was not surprised. It was exactly as I had envisioned. I literally RAN out of the cardiologist office across the lot to my car, feeling stronger and more alive than I ever have in my life.

I had previously bought my Mother a copy of The Secret. I called my Mom and told her exactly how I had used The Secret, and that I now have a healthy, strong, normal heart! I’ve never heard her cry so hard!

I can’t express how grateful I am for my two young adopted daughters. Knowing that I will be alive to love them and raise them is everything to me. I live a life of gratitude and giving. I am truly blessed. Thank you to Rhonda Byrne and everyone else involved in bringing about The Secret. It has literally transformed my life, and continues to bring about miracles.

May the joy be with you,

Rhonda Byrne
The Secret… bringing joy to billions.

It’s all very hazy.  Maybe you remember how we became friends.  I don’t know the details except that we were all sorta friends.  Thirty kids in a single class, going through first through eighth grade together at St. Joseph Elementary School.  Population 250 for the entire school.  God, it seems so long ago!