One of the nearest and dearest objects to be is not an object. It’s actually an animal. Well, a stuffed animal, that is!
When I was a young child I received a present for my birthday that I could put no value on. To this day, I still have this priceless gem. It’s a stuffed animal that my family and I named Mr. Horace. I never ‘played’ with Mr. Horace like many children do with their stuffed animals or action figures. The mere presence of this toy was good enough. I’ve always had a sense of belonging and security as long as Mr. Horace was in the same room with me.
You see, what was so great about Mr. Horace was that every time I thought about him, good news or good fortune of some sort would shortly follow. No matter what time of the day it was, where I was, who I was with – whenever my thoughts would be focused on Mr. Horace, good news, in some capacity, would manifest.
A specific memory comes to mind. I remember I was at practice for my High School baseball team. We just had gotten word that one of our star players was out with a cold. He was sick. Additionally, we also found out that one of our coaches would have to miss our upcoming game due a meeting he had for work. Just as all of this bad news was coming, I suddenly began to think about Mr. Horace. I remember how supportive his presence is and wondered where exactly in my room he was at the moment. I had just cleaned up my room, so I moved many things around and wanted an idea of where Mr. Horace was.
As I continued to ponder over the thoughts where I might have placed my cherished stuffed animal, updated news quickly came in that our coach had rescheduled his work meeting. So now he was able to make our upcoming game! Not only that, but just moments later, we got a call from our star player who had a cold, letting us know that he felt much better after going to the doctor! So more good news came in as both our star player and our coach would be returning to the team!
Things like this have happened all the time, all throughout my life. I’d like to call them simple coincidences, but many more often times than not, these gems of good fortune would happen when I put my thoughts on Mr. Horace. I always knew whom I always knew was somewhere present in my room. That’s where he belonged ever since I was a young child.
Even though I continued to grow up and mature, the comfort and security of Mr. Horace remained. To this day, I still keep Mr. Horace in my bed room. It may sound strange, it may seem odd, but there is truly something special about my Mr. Horace.