Yesterday was Sunday and I took a pill as prescribed for the pain. The rest of the morning I was a zombie. Just sat around dully, knowing it would wear off in due time.

Afternoon came and I asked Rob if he would drive me to see where the acupuncturist was located. Grace arrived like this. We located Nobu’s office (he is a Japanese acupuncturist). We had taken the elevator up to the second floor in a small shopping complex.

I tried the door to see if it was open and stepped into a beautifully appointed waiting area. It looked like someone’s home. Not pretentious, but every item radiated a simple beauty that was palpable to me. Soon an older man stepped out and said, “I am Nobu.” And I knew he was a “meant-to-be” in my life.

“I called you about my neuropathy,” I said, “and I have an appointment with you in three weeks.”

“Yes, I remember your calling,” he said.

“Do you by chance have any earlier appointments available now?”

He flipped through a small notebook and said he had a cancellation two weeks from Sunday and I immediately took it.
He excused himself quickly; I think he had a patient, and we left. I was walking on air. Suddenly the cloud of gloom lifted and I knew help was on the way, if I could just contain my excitement until my visit with him.

We drove to a nearby Mexican restaurant and had a meal and then I was back at home.

I knew that grace had arranged my sudden whim to enter his office and meet him. One foot in front of the other. A surge of hope, a feeling of gratitude. All is well.

Vicki Woodyard