Yesterday I met a man whose surname means, "A tall man whom shears sheep", a rather cynical man, fortunate, but had no love for his mother. He was however extremely fond of his father. His father used to put his palm on the boy's head whenever he wasn't focusing on what he was supposed to be doing, guide his son's head, and direct it towards the task in hand. When his father died, the man was mourning, and an invisible hand was placed on his head, and turned him towards the light.
In another instance, a man used to walk his dog to a spot near to where I live, a quiet peaceful place: a river, a tree, in a pastoral setting. His dog would often dive in the river and fish out a stone from the riverbed. One day the man's daughter was with him, and the dog dived to the bottom of the river. The little girl said, "Coolio [the dog's name] will fetch a flower from the bottom." (She could not see the dog). Whereas usually Coolio would fetch a stone, sure enough, he returned with a flower from the riverbed.
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