Talk About Good Karma...

Talk about good Karma....

I met a man at the West Valley City Costco who told me a terrific story about "good" winning in the end. He was a fascinating man who grew up on the East Coast. He had a wonderful story about God intervening in his life and giving him purpose and direction. It was a great story, but even more interesting was the story he told me about his Aunt Francesca (name has been changed).

Francesca moved to Las Vegas many years ago and became quite wealthy. In fact, in the 1940's she became a millionaire. She was a philanthropist and used her money to start a Montessori school in Las Vegas. She built a successful business and influenced the lives of many children. This man went on to tell me a story that could easily be made into a Hollywood movie. It involved corruption in city government, family betrayals, Mafia connections, and elderly abuse.

His beloved Aunt died alone, broke, and mistreated. It broke his heart when he learned what had happened to this generous woman through the greed and selfishness of others. Aunt Franny was a woman who always treated him with love. He respected his Aunt and appreciated how she always made him feel important and worthwhile.

Years went by. He missed his Aunt and thought of her often. A few years ago he drove through Las Vegas and decided to drive past the old Montessori School building that corrupt men had taken from her (stolen from her). He wanted to know what had become of her passion and live's work. When he drove past the building, he was stunned to see that it was a school once again. It appeared to be a private school and had an unusual name. Curiosity got the best of him so he parked his car, walked up the school steps, and entered the front doors.

Do you remember me mentioning that God had reached out and redirected his life? When he entered the school, he learned that the private school was based on curriculum with a Christian emphasis. Not just any Christian emphasis, but that of his new found faith. He couldn't help but believe that somehow his Aunt not only had a role in the building becoming a school again, but also in his serendipitous journey to his new found purpose and faith.

He had tears in his eyes as he told me he no longer agonized over his Aunt's final years. He felt her purpose wasn't thwarted after all. No matter how successful evil was in destroying her life's work, Good triumphed in the end.

In a related story, I met a woman who told me she uses kinesiology when working with groups of teens. She uses muscle testing to show the teens how negative thoughts weaken muscle strength, verses the strength that comes through positive thoughts filled with love. Every now and then she said she sees mischief in a few boy's eyes, hoping they can send out negative messages to weaken opponents. She is quick to stop the kids from entertaining that line of thinking because whatever you send out, comes back to you ten- fold. She said it is by laws of physics. I don't know where that law is documented. But it is interesting none-the-less.