From My Heart to Yours…!

13775415_10208810905103542_7708772936445270618_n[1]Valentines’ Day can make single gals very sad!  Just ask me.  I know all about it.  But sometimes, we can be pleasantly surprised and comforted in the most unusual ways!

Take the other day, for instance.  With a big sunhat on my head, I was walking along the water’s edge feeling sorry for myself.  It was a nice day, and I should have been enjoying the sunshine. Instead, I was mumbling and grumbling—feeling lonely and pitiful.

I searched the shoreline carefully, looking for ‘heart-shaped’ rocks—as is my custom—but there were none to be found.

“Lord,” I said.  “If You would give me a heart-rock, it would really make my day!”  I went on searching for some time without success.  I sighed and was ready to give up when suddenly I noticed someone approaching me from the side.

It was a stranger—another beachcomber—who was walking along with her head down, searching for pretty stones near the water’s edge.  Without so much as a glance, she handed me a stone that she’d found. “From my heart to yours!”  she said casually—as if she’d known me all my life.

I looked down at the rock in my hand.  I felt stunned.  It was a heart-shaped rock!  I managed to mumble a word of thanks before the woman wandered away with her head down, looking for more rocks.

I walked on in a daze all the way down the shoreline.

I pondered and I wandered—wondering what in the world had just happened.  At last, I stopped walking.  I had to know the rest-of-the-story!  Why would a woman come up to an utter stranger and casually hand her a heart-shaped rock?

I turned around and began retracing my steps until I found the woman further down the shoreline.  I recognized her immediately.  She was standing there talking to another gal who was wearing a big sunhat just like mine.

The two women looked at me expectantly as I approached.

“Excuse me,” I said to the first woman—the one who had handed me the rock.  “I just want to thank you for the heart-shaped rock.  I really needed it, today!  I was feeling sorry for myself and—”  I trailed off.

The woman was staring at me blankly without recognition in her eyes.  She shook her head.  “I didn’t give you a rock…!” she said.

I was perplexed.  I turned to the other woman—the one wearing a sunhat.  “Did you give me the heart-rock?”

She shook her head, looking totally bewildered.  The two women stood there staring at me like I had rocks in my head—instead of my hand.

Something was very wrong.  I felt like I’d entered the Twilight Zone.

“Look here,” I said, clutching the heart-rock tightly. “I know I’m not crazy!  One of you walked up to me and handed me this rock.  You said: ‘From my Heart to Yours!’”
Slowly, a light began to dawn in the first woman’s eyes.  “Oh!” she said, eyeing the rock cautiously. “That must have been me!  But I thought I was giving the heart-rock to my sister, here,” she said, indicating the woman wearing the sunhat.

Then she frowned and shook her head. “How did I make a mistake like that?”  She stared at me, bemused.  “Well…I guess it’s because you’re wearing a sunhat like hers, and you are both about the same size!  I got the two of you mixed up!”  Her frown turned to a smile.  “Anyway…. that’s what happened,” she said, motioning to the other woman. “I thought I was giving the heart-rock to my sister, Vic—”

“Vic…?”  I said.  It was my turn to stare.  I stood looking at the two of them in confounded disbelief.  “Did you say ‘Vic’? ”  My Twilight Zone had just deepened. My brain felt like it couldn’t handle any more surprises. “Your sister’s name is ‘Vic’…?”  I said. “But that’s my name too!”

It was too ironic.  Too unbelievable.  My brain was in a whirl and so was theirs!  We all started to giggle.  We laughed and laughed while the sun sank lower in the sky.

“So—” I said when we were finally done laughing.  “What happened is—you gave the heart-rock to the wrong Vic….!”   Then I stopped and corrected myself.  “No…actually—you gave it to the right Vic!  You just didn’t know it!”

We all burst out laughing again. The irony was too much.

Sometimes, reality is so much stranger than fiction!  It’s beyond comprehension… and you just have to laugh!  There’s nothing else to do.

The good Lord has a great sense of humor, my Country Neighbor… A wonderful sense of humor, indeed!  And He knows how to comfort us when we need it most…

There is no doubt about that!

VickiONeal.com

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