Unaware of the law of attraction, which I will explain later, I did manifest my
dream of getting a bike. My parents were having tough times with paying the bills
and I knew they would never purchase a bike for me. I did not visualize the bike,
but I kept asking for it, pretending it was on the front porch waiting for me.
About a month later, a neighbor gave me a twenty-six inch bike. It was old,
but I loved it immediately. Unfortunately, I did not know how to ride it. Since the
bike was really for an adult, it made the task to learn to ride much harder. For
several nights, I dreamed of riding my bike on the dirt road near my home. I
imagine the wind blowing through my blond hair and the sun on my back as I rode
One day my mother helped me get on the bike and gave me a push. I felt her
hand on the small of my back. I continued down the road wondering how Mother
was keeping up with me. When I glanced over my shoulder, I fell off my bike.
Mother was not with me. She was in the yard watching me. Who had helped
me? At that time, I did not know I had helped myself.
I grew up in a dysfunctional family. My father was World War II disabled
veteran suffering from post traumatic stress disorder. My mother was a war
bride, a native of Canada. She experienced difficulty in understanding the
