A Tibetan Hunting Horn Returns to the Hunt
I have seen many times that sometimes, when all hope is lost, when you think there's no way you'll ever be reunited again, forces beyond your control conspire to bring balance back into the world.
A long time ago in the nineties, when I went to return to college after a hiatus of raising children and not too long after my mother died, I needed to raise funds for the expenses of going to college. I couldn’t bring in the same amount of money as when I was just working now that I was enrolled in courses.
My mother had died a year or two prior and left me things from her antique store. One of the things I really took a liking to, was this Tibetan hunting horn. It was a mixed metal horn with copper, which is one of my favorite metals. It was beautiful and extraordinarily unique. I’ve never seen another one like it.
So, when it was time to figure out what I would sell, regrettably the horn was the one item that I chose. And as predicted, it sold for a decent amount of money. Those proceeds carried me through another semester of college even though I was sad to let it go. I kind of teared up when I sold it because it’s something I had wanted to keep. However, I knew it was an important investment in my future. I went on through life and eventually graduated with a master's degree, it had proven to be a wise investment. Over the years I just forgot all about that precious horn.
Over 20 years later my good friend Joy and I were in New Braunfels, and we were at an antique store called the Downtown Antique Mall with dozens and dozens of vendors in a large building. There must have been one hundred or more merchants, and each little individual shop had a whole lot of items in it. Literally, there must have been a million items in that mall.
Truth be told, I am not a really good shopper. I just kind of go and scan for what catches my eye. I’m not one of those that enjoys shopping, but my friend Joy is amazing. Her attention to detail is that of a hawk. She will look at every single item, she will not be rushed. Naturally, Joy and I went our separate ways as we entered this mall of hundreds of merchants. I was perusing around just looking for the way out, as I was already bored. Joy on the other hand is methodically going through each individual shop.
I’m around the corner from her and a little way down the aisle walking towards the door as I intimated earlier. Suddenly I hear “Dottie, Dottie come look!” I go back and find her at the rear corner of this little shop in this little section, underneath yet another little table, where she is digging in this too big trash can, full of stuff.
From the bottom of the bin, she pulls out this copper horn and screams “Look at this! Isn’t this the coolest thing you’ve ever seen?”
I just burst into tears! Sitting in her hands was my horn! The horn I sold fifty miles away from here and twenty plus years ago that my mom had gifted me in her will. Tears were running down my face as Joy looked at me wondering what was going on. I was so choked up I could barely talk. Now, you must understand that Joy knew nothing about the horn. She had never seen it in my possession, nor had I ever even mentioned it to her. How she had the insight or knowingness to bring it to my attention, I will never know.
This was one of those experiences my team and I call a God moment. Some experiences that are unexplainable, that are statistically improbable, and cannot be logically explained as to how these events merged together in just the right moment. Like I said, Joy did not know about my horn. She had not known me when my mom was alive or even when I was in college. Joy didn’t know I had sold it and parted with that horn. I had not spoken about it because I had let it go was at peace that its investment had proved well it got me through college. I have gone on to be highly successful in what I do so I have not regretted the difficult choice. Yet somehow, that Tibetan horn and I were reunited.
It sums up, many things I’ve learned in this mission, I have traveled to find children and young adults who've been trafficked. I have seen many times that sometimes, when all hope is lost, when you think there's no way you'll ever be reunited again, forces beyond your control conspire to bring balance back into the world. These forces know what you need sometimes more than you do.
For me, I had a great friend, who selflessly took me out to distract me from the darkness, and somehow, she became the tool the universe used to show me how blessed we all are and how no one is alone. I say all this to prove a point, keep going, no matter how hard, just be open minded to the forces of Good. Participate in helping others. It is the most self-serving thing you can do. The forces of Nature attract good back to you. Anyone would be stunned by something you wanted that you never even knew you could ask for- so I wish for y’all that you find your horns whatever they may be.
By the way, the price tag on the horn, my horn was so ridiculously inexpensive. Needless to say, I bought it and promised at that moment, to never sell it again.
God Moment, I ❤️ that. No other words explain it better.
I have been receiving messages from other examples of God moments. Please feel free to post in the comments. I love these stories!!