I have a fear of dogs, especially big dogs with sharp teeth. When I was young, somewhere about 5 years old, I was bit in the face by a German Shepard and required several stitches, no dogs were going to be in my future, ever. Until the gift of another vision close to 40 years later.
Having been laid off for the first time in my life devastated me, knocked me off my feet and landed me in the fetal position in bed day after day while taking low-dose anti-depressants to keep me going. I had been so successful for this national company. I had been their regional sales manager for the New York/New Jersey territory and my team had rocked the budget for the year. Our sales blew the budget through the roof - growing the revenues by well over 200% in less then one year.
I had created a team of committed, motivated and productive sales reps who had taken ownership of their individual territories and looked to me to be the example, to coach, support and lead them to generate success for themselves as well. It was awesome! And then the lay off - I felt as if the rug had been pulled out from under my feet. After going and doing and pursuing at a fast pace with my heart and soul, I was told to stop. Just end it. Go from 50 to 0 in one second. Devastating.
I couldn't get out of bed. I'd push myself when my boys got home from school just long enough to make dinner and help them with homework. Then the next day would be the same - in bed all day until I my boys returned home. My husband thought I was going out, thought I was okay.
Then came the vision. I saw a man, from the knees down, wearing trousers and brown shoes. Next to him was a young dog on a leash and then suddenly a white handkerchief floated downward and landed next to the dog. The dog was brown and had a friendly look, I didn't really think much more about it.
Two days later the phone rang in the middle of the day. My sister-in-law was calling to ask if we'd be interested in adopting a dog. It seemed her sister-in-law's son had adopted a dog that was a bit too big for his Brooklyn, NY apartment and they were looking to place her in a good home.
I asked my sister-in-law the color of the dog - brown, of course. I said yes, we were interested, on the spot. Sophie came to us two weeks later and after 'testing' her out to be sure she was a good fit for us, we decided to keep her.
Funny thing about dogs, they need to be walked - during the day. Sophie rescued me. She pushed me out of bed during the day to walk her. She'd whine and paw at me until I got out of bed. She's the best thing that happened to this family. She's 92 pounds of mush and love.
She rescued my life.