On December 31, 2017 I took my usual Sunday morning yoga class with the same yoga community I’ve been with all year. Our yoga teacher likes to read from Melody Beattie’s Journey To The Heart from time to time and this day she read about destiny. After the class, my friend Mary and I both agreed we enjoyed the reading and I told her I have the book on my Amazon wish list and I don’t know why I haven’t just gotten it for myself. I guess I’m not really in the practice of buying whatever I want when I want, like some people do. I just wasn’t raised that way. You got gifts on your birthday, or at Christmas, and you didn’t buy yourself things. She commented that perhaps I could get it and start 2018 out with something new. I went home and pushed the “buy” button. That night, friends, including Mary, came to celebrate New Year’s Eve. At the end of the night I saw a wrapped gift, “to Mary Ellen, from Santa”, it read. I opened the wrapping and there it was, the book my friend and I had talked about earlier that day. Of course she was “Santa”. It was late, so at a reasonable time in the morning, I sent her a text to tell her that I received the book from Santa, and thank you. I also told her that I ordered the very same book for myself one day earlier when we discussed it. I asked if she had bought herself a copy and she told me that when she went to the bookstore, they only had one copy. She bought the only copy for me, and so didn’t have a copy for herself. Well, I told her, another copy is on its’ way, and it would be for her. It was destiny.