1: Finding My Truth

1: Finding My Truth

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miracles and More

Finding My Truth

We do not create our destiny; we participate in its unfolding. Synchronicity works as a catalyst toward the working out of that destiny.

~David Richo, The Power of Coincidence

I’d been seeing a gifted healer named Kathy as part of a holistic approach to treating the symptoms of my traumatic brain injury. She gave counsel and did energy healing. I’d been seeing her monthly for about a year and I always felt better after each session. Then one day, as the session ended, she asked me suddenly, “Could you possibly be adopted?”

I laughed and said, “I don’t know. I have a birth certificate with the names of both parents who raised me on it. However, I have always felt different from everyone else in the family, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

I had said that to make light of the question. Still, later that night, I decided to call my parents. When I questioned my father, he started stammering, and my mother’s response was odd, too. I began to search for more information. After several frustrating months with no results, I decided to stop searching and “let go and let God.”

Six months later, I was on the phone with Kathy complaining that my mother expected me to go to a three-hour Christmas celebration. I didn’t want to attend, but felt obligated. She reminded me I was “grown” and had been considered an adult for more than thirty years. Then she asked, “What do you want to do?”

I responded, “Sit on an island somewhere.” She encouraged me to do what would make me happy, and she added that if I decided to go to the islands, she would go with me.

I decided to do it, even though Christmas was only a month away and most places were already fully booked. I told my travel agent that I was flexible as long as the flight wasn’t more than three hours, and she said that if I was willing to drive 100 miles to Philadelphia, fly out on Christmas Day and return on New Year’s Eve, she could get us to St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands.

We set off on our adventure on Christmas Eve, but our first day on St. Thomas was disappointing. The beach near our hotel was small and crowded.

We decided to travel to the other side of the island the next day, and we randomly chose a restaurant in another hotel to have breakfast. The restaurant was practically empty, so we were surprised when the waitress sat two women right beside us.

Soon, we were chatting and sharing stories about how we arrived at this isolated location. We were so engrossed in conversation that an hour passed before we exchanged names. When I handed them my business card, which said Sheila Quarles on it, one of the women stared at it. And then she said, “I had a sister who was adopted by a Quarles family in Washington, D.C.”

I answered, “I’m from D.C.”

She looked at me and said, “I remembered hearing the adults discussing how this family promised to take care of her feet, which needed special attention.”

“I had trouble with my feet and had to wear special shoes,” I answered.

She then said, “We heard she was modeling. We didn’t understand how with her foot problems.”

I told her I had been a model for a department store, and my picture had been in the newspaper. Everyone gasped.

I began to cry. I was sitting next to my biological sister.

She had started looking for me six months earlier because our mother had died, and I was the only missing sibling. She further explained that she actually lived in St. Croix and was visiting her friend on St. Thomas when they decided to try this restaurant.

My sister was returning home that day, and I agreed to go with her to St. Croix. I packed my bags and met her at the small plane that would take us there. She held my hand, and I cried as I looked out the window.

When I arrived at her home, we actually had some of the same items. We had also sent out the same holiday greeting cards. We had so much in common that I felt as though I was home. She called my aunts, sisters, and brothers and told them I had been found.

That year, by deciding to do something very different for Christmas, I set off on a miraculous journey and I discovered my truth. And if you’re wondering what happened to my friend Kathy, who helped to create this miracle, after I met my sister at the breakfast table, Kathy said, “my job is done.” She booked the next flight home. Five years later, I offered to lend my skills to assist Kathy with her business, Inner Journeys, and I’ve been her business partner for ten years now.

~Sheila Quarles

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