A True Story of a Soap Dish Miracle

After my mom passed away I was packing up boxes of her things and preparing to move. I came across a little flowery soap dish she had bought for me on one of her final trips to France. I placed it in the box and carried on rather robotically. Some time later, I was going through the box and noticed the soap dish was missing. Somehow a hole had punctured the bottom and it must have fallen out. I was near tears, though instead of feeling the heavy emotions, I buried them and went to work at my private jet job.

I sat at my desk planning client trips when one of our flight attendants walked in. She had just returned from a Europe tour for a client and had bought the office staff little gifts. I opened mine and could not believe my eyes - the exact same flowery soap dish. Stunned, I asked Cindy where she bought it from and she told me a little kiosk on the streets of Paris.

Those heavy emotions I had buried started flowing down my face as I quietly whispered, “thank you”.