In April 2009 as the plane crossed the Cascade mountain range to land in Seattle, Washington, I was overcome by the beauty of the mountains below me.  My heart swelled up into my throat and tears spilled down my face.  "I don't want to die in Ohio," was the thought that ran through my mind.  Later a friend helped me find clarity on that thought.  When I shared it with her, she said, "You mean you don't want to live in Ohio."

My story is that I came to Seattle drawn by the mountains, the water and the trees.  The attraction of the energy here was too much for me to resist.  That combined with the fact that I was spiritually dying just a little more each day in my situation in Ohio, Seattle is where I wanted to be.  Some say I was running away from something.  I was running to safety.  Little did I know what was to come.


I did not know that there was a large Asian population in Seattle.  As you can see from the graph on the right that Lancaster, Ohio, which is where I spent most of my life has very few minorities, let alone Asians.  Seattle's population, the graph on the left, is 12.1% Asian.  For me that provides the unusual experience of being able to walk down the street and see other faces like mine.
 
The additional gift in this experience is that in working at InSpa at Factoria Mall, I spend five days a week with other Asian women - Vietnamese, Chinese, and most importantly for me, Korean.  One of the nail technicians is Kim.  She was born in Korea and is five years older than I am. 

When Kim heard my story of being adopted from an orphanage in Seoul, raised in Ohio, and miraculously landing in Seattle, she asked, "Have you ever gone back to 'our country?'"  Kim took the time to share her experience and memories of post-war Korea.  She kept saying, "Our country was so poor.  There were no jobs for the men.  No jobs for the women . . . . You really should go back to our country some day."

That is the first time in my life that someone has drawn me in, included me in a race, a nation, a culture.

Kim has also encouraged me to see if I can locate any of my Korean family.  The farthest I've gotten with that is to contact the Holt International to confirm that I was indeed adopted from their orphanage.  Kim told me to listen to the Korean Broadcasting System.  Where families have been reconnected.  She says, "You never know.  Miracles happen all the time."

As my friend, Larry, says, "There's more to be revealed."

Have you had miracles, synchronous events happen in your life that led to the next wonderful thing and the next wonderful thing?


Space Needle photo from Flickr.com.