SARA, BOOK 2 (16 page)
Authors: ESTHER AND JERRY HICKS
It Works
“S
ara, telephone!” her mother called from the kitchen. Sara poked her head out from her bedroom and asked, “Who is it?”
“It’s Mrs. Wilsenholm, Sara. Why is Mrs. Wilsenholm calling
you?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe ’cause I helped her find her kitten.” Sara picked up the phone and pulled the long cord as far away
from her mother as she could without it being too obvious that she didn’t want her mother to overhear.
“Sara, I have some very good news for you. Mr. Wilsenholm has decided not to cut down the trees. But he says he wants to meet
you. And your friend, too. Can you stop by after school today?”
“Okay,” Sara said, trying to keep her voice calm to conceal her enthusiasm.
Sara hung up the telephone and walked toward her bedroom.
“Sara, what was
that
about?” Her mother sounded suspicious.
“Oh, nothing. Mrs. Wilsenholm just asked me to stop by her house after school today. It’s okay, isn’t it?”
“Well, I suppose so,” her mother answered.
Once inside her bedroom, Sara bounded onto her bed. She jumped up and down with excitement, holding her hand over her mouth
to keep from yelping.
It works! It works! It works!
she yelped (in her mind).
Sara could barely contain herself. She wanted so much to find Seth and tell him the good news about the trees and about their
appointment with Mr. Wilsenholm.
Sara hurried up the country road to the school grounds. She sat on the rock wall at the side of the administration building
where she could get a good view of the front entrance and the flagpole and waited for Seth. She watched carloads of kids being
dropped off and hoards of them walking through the front gates, but no Seth.
Where is he?
Sara was beginning to feel worried.
What if his family really is moving and they’re
making him help them load the truck?
Sara shuddered.
That
was a perfectly awful thought.
As that strong uncomfortable feeling enveloped Sara, she remembered what Solomon had said:
You cannot get to a happy ending on an unhappy
journey. Worry and well-being are opposite vibrations;
well-being cannot come when you are in the feeling-place
of worry.
“I know, I know,” Sara said out loud.
“Know
what?”
Seth said, coming up behind Sara and startling her.
“Geez, Seth, you scared me to death. What in the world are you doing behind the building?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Sometimes I leave early and walk around the long way. Just felt like taking my time this morning.”
Sara felt as if Seth were about to describe the tension at his house, but she smiled as she realized that he was deliberately
not
putting words to, or as Solomon would say,
adding power to,
this negative situation.
“Seth, I’ve got great news. Mrs. Wilsenholm called me last night and says her husband has decided not to cut down our trees,
but he wants to meet me, and you, too. She asked us to stop by their house after school. I can. Can you?”
“Yeah, I guess I can. Sara, this is
great!”
The bell rang, and they both felt disappointed to be pulled away from their happy topic.
They walked across the lawn and onto the sidewalk. “I wonder why he wants to meet
us?”
Seth pondered.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I’ll see ya. By the crossing log?”
“Yeah. Imagine a happy outcome!” Sara called over her shoulder.
“Yeah. You, too.”
Whose Tree House?
S
ara struggled to keep her mind on what was happening in her classes. It felt like a very long day. She tried to imagine what
Mr. Wilsenholm wanted to talk with them about, but every time she thought about meeting him, her heart would race and she’d
lose her place in her thought.
He was a large man, and while Sara had seen him around town many times, she had never actually spoken to him. He was well
known in the community and owned one of the largest farms; Sara wasn’t sure which of the many pastures out in the valley belonged
to him, but she was aware that he owned quite a lot of land.
Finally, again and again, Sara would come around to the easy-to-find thought of swinging in the tree with Seth. She always
enjoyed remember ing his first dismount from the rope—and his first perfect landing.
It’s amazing how much pleasure you can get by
just remembering the same happy moment over and over
again,
Sara thought, and goosebumps rose up all over her body.
When the bell rang, she jumped about a foot. She bolted from the classroom, dropped all of her books off in her locker, and
ran out the front gates toward the crossing log.
Seth was already there waiting for her when she got there. They were both out of breath—and grinning.
“Well, here goes. Let’s find out what’s up,” Sara said.
They walked up the long lane to the front door of the Wilsenholm house. Sara couldn’t help but notice how really lovely everything
looked from inside this yard. Large trees shaded the long path in, and delicate grass grew between the pretty flat stones
that made up the walkway.
They banged the big brass knocker on the front door and waited.
Mrs. Wilsenholm came to the door with a welcoming smile on her face. “Sara, thank you for coming. And who is
this
nice young man?”
“I’m Seth. Seth Morris. Pleased to meet you.”
Sara smiled. Seth seemed stiff and formal. She thought that if he had been wearing a hat, he would have tipped it about now.
“Come in and sit down. I made cookies for you. I don’t suppose your mothers would mind, do you?”
“No. That’s very nice of you.”
“Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll get the cookies. Mr. Wilsenholm should be here any minute.”
Sara and Seth sat awkwardly on the big sofa. This was the prettiest home Sara had ever been inside, and she could see by the
way Seth was looking around that it wasn’t a usual experience for him either.
They heard a car door slam shut as Mrs. Wilsenholm came into the room with the cookies. “Ah, there he is, right on time as
usual. He’ll wash his hands I imagine, and he’ll be right in. Go ahead, eat some cookies. I’ll be right back.”
Sara bit into her cookie. She was sure it was delicious, but she wasn’t really in the mood for it. Her mind was whirling and
her heart was racing. “I haven’t been this nervous since, since ever.”
Seth laughed. “Me neither.”
Mr. Wilsenholm charged into the room.
“Well, I’ll be! You must be the famous Sara who climbs trees like you were born in them, and who rescues kittens.”
Sara smiled and said, “Yes, sir.”
“And who might
you
be?” Mr. Wilsenholm said, taking Seth’s hand and heartily shaking it.
“Seth. Seth Morris, sir,” Seth said, swallowing hard. This was a powerful man, maybe the most powerful man Seth had ever seen
up close.
“And did I understand correctly that you two are the ones who have been trespassing in my trees for the last several months?”
“Yes, sir,” both Sara and Seth said in unison.
“I see.” Mr. Wilsenholm sat down, staring at them intently.
“Who
tied
the rope up in that tree?”
“I did, sir.”
“And who
built
the tree house?”
“I did, sir.”
“Hmm.” Mr. Wilsenholm leaned forward and plucked a cookie from the pretty plate on the table. “I was in your tree house, or
I guess I should say
my
tree house yesterday. I looked it over pretty good. I must say I was impressed with the sturdiness of the construction. Where’d
you get the materials for it?”
“Well, sir,” Seth gulped, “I got them from a
few
places. The woodshop teacher gave me some of them . . . scraps and stuff, you know, that he was going to throw in the trash.
The physical-education teacher gave me the rope ’cause it was too coarse for climbing; it was making too many blisters on
kids’ hands. My dad works . . .
worked
at the hardware store, and some scraps he brought home, you know, for kindling.”
“Your dad teach you how to build like that?”
“Not really. I just sort of learned it on my own. I like working with wood.”
Sara smiled. The conversation was beginning to feel more comfortable.
“My dad’s really a farmer. At least that’s what he has mostly done. But he could teach me to build, I mean, if I wanted him
to. He’s real good at all of that. I mean, he can do about
anything.”
“Well, son, I wanted to meet the person who did such good work on that tree house. My ranch foreman is getting ready to retire.
His kids are grown and he’s tired of working, I guess. He says he’ll stay on until I find someone to replace him, but he’s
not willing to work so hard anymore. I thought he might be able to use someone like you to help out. He could show you what
he needs, for a while, that is, until I find a foreman to replace him.”
An idea exploded in Seth’s mind—and the exact idea exploded in Sara’s mind at the same time. They looked at each other, knowing
exactly what the other was thinking.
And then Mrs. Wilsenholm spoke.
“Stuart, maybe you could hire the boy’s father. Seems like
he’s
just the one you’ve been looking for.”
Mr. Wilsenholm was very quiet for a long while . . . Sara and Seth sat silent . . . it seemed as though neither of them was
even breathing. Then Mr. Wilsenholm said, “You say your dad works at the hardware store?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tall man? Slender? Hair the color of yours?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I believe I met him the other day. He helped me out of a real jam. Stayed after hours, too. Didn’t complain a bit.”
Sara and Seth looked at each other in amazement. They could barely believe that Mrs. Wilsen-holm had actually spoken what
they were thinking. This was all moving so fast.
“Did you say your father is looking for work?”
“Yes, sir. I mean, I
think
so.”
Mr. Wilsenholm pulled his wallet from his pocket and took something out of it. He handed it to Seth.
“You give my card to your father. Ask him to give me a call if he’s interested in managing my ranch. Tell him I’d like to
talk with him about it. Might be a place for you, too, Seth, if ya want.”
Mrs. Wilsenholm stood in the doorway. She was beaming with joy.
“Yes, sir,” Seth blurted, looking at the business card like it was a shining piece of gold. “I’ll give it to him right away.”
Sara reached for a paper napkin Mrs. Wilsenholm had placed on the table in front of her. She hadn’t realized it, but the
little chocolate bits in her cookie had melted all over her hand. She stuffed what was left of the cookie in her mouth and
nearly swallowed it whole while she wiped her hands on the napkin.
“Well, kids,” said Mr. Wilsenholm, “thank you for stopping by. Sara, thank you for helping Mrs. Wilsenholm. And Seth, I’ll
look forward to hearing from your father. And if you kids want to play in
my
tree house, well, I guess that’d be all right with me. But you be careful now, you hear?”
Sara and Seth stood outside on the porch. They didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream. They did their best to contain
themselves as they faked calmness almost all the way to the end of the lane, and then they jumped in the air and “yippeed”
for the next block and a half.
“No one would ever believe what just happened, Sara. We did it! We did it! We did it!”
No Matter What
“A
nd what in the Sam Hill makes him think that I’d be the least bit interested in working for him on that backbreaking ranch?”
Seth’s father snapped at Seth as he threw Mr. Wilsenholm’s card down on the table.
Seth stood stunned at his father’s response to what he’d believed was miraculous good news.
“What in hell were you doing over there in the
first
place?”
Seth stood quiet. He knew he’d never be able to explain to his father the long list of miracles—that the
Law of Attraction
had provided—that culminated in his meeting with Mr. Wilsenholm. Seth had learned from many past experiences that when his
father was in one of these moods, it was better to just be quiet. The less said, the better. His father seemed to have a way
of twisting every good intention into some act of wrongdoing.
Seth felt his eyes filling with tears. How could this be happening? How could something so wonderful be turning into something
so awful? Was it really possible that his father was going to let this opportunity go by?
“Go on, get out of here!” his father yelled at Seth.
Seth was happy to get out of there before his father could see the tears in his eyes.
He washed his face, combed his hair, ducked out the front door, and ran all the way to school. He cut through the football
field, slipped into the boys’ locker room, came up the stairs into the gymnasium, climbed up high into the bleachers, and
waited for the bell to ring. He didn’t want to run into Sara this morning. He just couldn’t bring himself to tell her the
horrible news.
No point in spoiling her day, too,
Seth thought.
Sara watched for Seth all day long. She could hardly wait to find out what had happened. She just knew his father would be
thrilled to have this opportunity for such a wonderful job. The last bell rang. Sara wondered why she hadn’t seen Seth yet,
but she was so happy to be allowed back in the tree house that she gave little attention to her concern.
Seth was already perched up in the tree house when Sara arrived. She climbed happily up the ladder, but with her first look
at Seth’s face, she knew something was very wrong.
“What happened?” she asked.
“My dad doesn’t want the job.”
“What?”
Sara blurted. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Sara felt angry. “How can he . . . ?”
Solomon swooped in from above.
Well, good
afternoon, my fine featherless friends.
“Hi, Solomon,” Sara mumbled. Seth didn’t look up.
This is a very important part of the unfolding.
“What
unfolding?” Seth said, angrily. “It isn’t unfolding. It closed shut. My dad took care of that.”
Well, I wouldn’t be so sure about that if I were
you.
“Why? Do you know something that we don’t know?” Sara asked, hopefully.
Well, I know how the
Law of Attraction
works.
And I know that you still have your vision to focus on.
And I know that if you continue to focus on your version
of the scenario—from your place of feeling good—the
Law of Attraction
can continue to assist you.
“But Solomon, my dad says he doesn’t want the job.”
I know how it looks, but the
Law of Attraction
is a
powerful thing. Your father is a very proud man, Seth.
And he had a strong reaction to this offer, from a place
of feeling rejected by Mr. Bergheim. But you mustn’t let
the current reality make you lose your place of connection.
Remember, your power of influence depends on your staying
connected to the Stream.
I realize that it is always easier to stay connected to
the Stream under good conditions, but the most masterful
creators remain connected to the Stream, no matter
what. That’s what makes them masterful creators.
You see, kids, there are fair-weather creators and
all-weather creators. It’s easy to be a fair-weather creator,
being happy when everything is just the way you
like it, but when you are able to hold your vibration and
feel good under all conditions—that is when your true
creative ability shows.
And besides, your vision and the
Law of Attraction
have brought you such a long way already! I wouldn’t
give up the vision too soon.
Sara was feeling much better. Solomon had talked her through many a crisis. Seth looked brighter, too.
“Well, what should I say to my dad?”
Oh, I wouldn’t say much of anything to him. Not
about this, anyway,
Solomon said.
I would just keep
holding the vision of the happy outcome—and let the
Law of Attraction
figure out how to bring it about.
You worry too much, my friend, when, in truth, there is
nothing at all to worry about. Have faith in a happy
outcome.
“It’s just that when my dad makes up his mind . . .”
Seth stopped in the middle of his sentence, aware that he was adding to the vibration of what he did
not
want.
Solomon smiled.
You see, Seth, that’s what faith is: holding a vision
of what is really wanted, even when the evidence points
otherwise. Faith is about trusting the
Law of Attraction
and being willing to be patient while it does its work.
“I sure hope it hurries up.”
Be patient—while the
Law of Attraction
does its
work,
Solomon repeated.
Seth and Sara laughed.
“Okay, Solomon. I’ll work on this.”
If I were standing in your shoes, I would bask
in appreciation of standing here in this tree house.
I would acknowledge how well things are working
out for you. I would remember that one day you were
banished from this glorious nest, and the next day
you are the proud possessors of an unlimited access
permit. That is an amazing thing. Do you agree?
“Yes,” they answered at the same time.
I would take note of how powerful you are, and
how the Universe lined up a sequence of perfect circumstances
and events to assist you—and then I would take
note that this stream of circumstances and events never
ends. Good things will eternally flow to you. Keep an
eye out for evidence of that.
You see, at one time, before so many wonderful
things had happened, you had to make them up in
your mind. But now you have the benefit of being able
to remember those things while you continue to make
more good things up in your mind. That’s why it gets
easier and easier. Have fun with all of this.
And with those last powerful words, Solomon flew up and away.
“That’s one optimistic bird,” Seth said and laughed, as Solomon flew away.
Sara laughed. “I want to be just like him.”
“Yeah,” Seth said. “Me, too.”