Money Miracle - Poem by Saiom Shriver
The writer covered the Democrat and Republican conventions in 1988 for the animal rights movement, though she was short on funds. On her return trip with her sister's credit card she traveled, sleeping in the car and bathing in motel and hotel pools. She had left California traveling east with 25 cents cash. She came to a Stop n Shop in Kansas and upon going in saw that the clerk was denying a man in his 30's the right to buy beer, though he was not the driver, because he did not have ID. Disliking force, she bought it for him with the credit card. Unsolicited, he handed her $7. A few miles down the road was a toll booth, the only one she encountered on Rt 70 between California and Ohio. God gave her cash right before
she needed it.
Another time she was in Sandusky, Ohio, without resources to get home.. when suddenly there was $20 floating in Lake Erie at her husband's ankle.
A third time, with no money for rent, she opened the door of her Maryland home and saw a man she'd never met, Nimbo there from Melsatosa, a fruitarian temple in Miami, who told her he had $2000
left, and that God had told him to give her some of it. He handed her nine one hundred dollar bills.
A fourth time, she traveled to India with the money her grandmother had left for her. The money arrived 18 years after her death, just enough for 2 round the world tickets.
A third time DG with mimicry said the equivalent of
'God give me orange...God give me orange' after hearing
these amazing serendipitous feats of supply. They went
to the Hampshire Open Air Market which was at that time
on New Hampshire Ave in Takoma Park. There is the dumpster
were six orange squash, each 2 feet long. DW said to
DG 'Next time you ask God for orange, be more specific.'
Running out of money on the way back from India (we had
purchased around the world airplane tickets...12 stops
for $1100..) we were walking in the rainforest hills of
Hawaii... and found a feast of ripe avocado gifts
at our feet.
In 1980 we arrived back in Takoma Park after 3 months
in India... with perhaps $5 and no money to fill an
empty oil tank in November. M Banks called and said
'I was just meditating. Baba told me to bring you
a space heater.'.
I could go on and on, but will say that the most
constant supply of miracles has come from my mother,
my siblings and their spouses, and my friends.
God Calling: The branch need ask no support of the vine..
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