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"Connect the Dots"
by Bob Perks

I always say that when it comes to God,
nothing surprises me.

It simply amazes me.

Back in December of last year I gave
a copy of my book to one of my neighbors.

I didn't know exactly why I did. I mean,
when I do things like that I always have a
reason, a feeling deep inside me that says
"do this!" He is after all a great guy.

As always, I followed through.

Yesterday I found out why.

I was upstairs working on my computer
when the dogs began barking. I don't need
a door bell. I leaf could fall on the porch
and they would hear it.

I ran downstairs to find my neighbor there.

"I was hoping you could do me a favor,"
he said.

He then went on to tell me this story.

"A few months ago a relative died. She and
her husband lived in North Carolina. She
is originally from here. So, when she passed
this is where she wanted to be buried," he said.

I had no idea where this was going.

He went on to explain that her husband came
up to visit her grave.

"At a family gathering my wife and I saw your
book. He has been giving them to friends and
relatives since her death."

Of course, I was touched by the idea that he
found value in it and worthy of sharing in
such a personal way.

"I told him that I knew the author," he continued.

"He read somewhere that you once lived here,
but thought by now you'd moved to some big
city like L.A."

I laughed. I love being right where I am.

"Would you meet with him?" he asked.

"I would love to!"

Upon meeting him later that morning he went
on to explain that he and his wife had separate
computers. She handled the business end of
the company they owned.

"When she died I had to learn where she kept
everything and how she did things. It was then
that I discovered she had two poems saved. One
was yours."

"How wonderful!," I said.

He went on to tell me that once he discovered the
book, he began giving it away.

I gave him one of my "I wish you enough" mugs,
a printed copy of the poem for his home and a
personally signed copy of my book.

As he looked at the gifts he didn't say a word.
Tears of a man linger awhile, hesitate, then are
usually swept up before anyone would notice.

He then told me that because she is buried on the
family property, he did not place a big headstone
there.

"It is a small one... with the words, "I Wish You
Enough!"

I was stunned. I shed my tears openly without
hesitation. I always have. For a man should be
known for his compassion and love of life, too.
They are also a sign of strength.

I hugged him and humbly thanked him for meeting
with me.

I then turned and thanked my neighbor.

"This was meant to be. What were the chances
that this would come about?" I asked.

He replied, "All I did was connect the dots."

Never hesitate to do what that "Voice" inside
is urging you to do. You are helping God to
"Connect the dots," too.

"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob Perks

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"I Wish You enough!"
ร'ยฉ 2001 Bob Perks
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear
much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."