People sometimes ask me…which is my favorite story…from…Bertha-Size YourLife!…and…although…my favorite…is actually the one that I need the most that day…this one seems to always make the top five list…
Bertha was headed out to the front yard with six pink plastic flamingos under one arm and carrying a little spade in the other.
I must admit I was a bit more than curious as to what she was up to. I was almost afraid to ask, but who could help but ask when a flock of pink flamingos is on its way out to your front yard?
|What a flock!|
“Bertha, what are you doing?”
“Oh, I’m going to plant flamingos in the front yard,” Bertha tossed me a look that said, Isn’t that obvious?
“I can see that.” I felt stupid for asking. “I suppose what I want to know is why are you planting flamingos in the front yard?”
“Well now, that’s a whole ‘nother question isn’t it?” her eyes were dancing. I knew the answer would be a doozy. “Where do flamingos make you think of?”
I pondered a minute and had some image of flamingos and
. “ Florida South Florida I suppose.” I answered still confused.
“That’s right, I’ve been wanting to go to
and I’ve never been there. I know if I want to get there I’ve got to see it, feel it, and touch it.” Bertha shifted just a bit to avoid loosing her flock. “So I figured surrounding myself with flamingos was a good start.” Miami
I couldn’t argue with that. I had been reading the Law of Attraction and Bertha was right. It was important to be able to see yourself having the things you want.
Bertha was just planting the last flamingo and I thought that would be that. I forgot I was dealing with Bertha!
Next, she dragged a big bag of sand out of the garage and began pouring it around a lawn chair. Then Bertha proceeded to set up a bright sun lamp, aiming it right at the middle of her ‘beach’. As soon as everything was just right, Bertha hurried back into the house.
Quick as a wink, she returned wearing her skimpiest, brightest, purple bikini along with her favorite lime green straw hat and some pretty wild old-lady pointed sunglasses. She had even smeared sunscreen on her nose. I love the way it feels to be in
!” she said, basking in the bright glow of the sun lamp. Miami
Bertha spent several days that week at her beach. Then one morning she was packing her bags.
“Bertha, where are you going?”
of course. This Law of Attraction really works!” she threw flip flops and sunscreen into a suitcase. Miami
“Bertha, that’s great! How did it happen?”
“It’s the neatest thing,” she picked up her purple bikini, “The neighbors all chipped in and bought me a trip. I never knew they cared so much.”