I was 3 years old I had a dog named Suzy. She was just a small mutt, but loved
me very much and guarded me from strangers she didn't know.
One day I found the backyard fence gate open. I decided to explore the outside world. Unfortunately it was a dangerous world because of the heavy earth moving and cement trucks in the weeded area building new homes.
I was not to be found anywhere. The police and the neighbors were all out looking for me, all the while my wonderful Swedish Grandmother prayed for my safe return. But it would be Suzy who answered the prayer of my Grandmother, as she found me and brought me safely home that day.
May the events of that day, now so many years ago cause you to stop and once again be reminded of the miracles from your own past and the meaning they give to life.