Ev­ery­thing hap­pens for a rea­son

Stanstead Journal - - FORUM - by Jen­nifer Young

H“Mir­a­cles are not con­trary to na­ture, but only con­trary to what we know

about na­ture.”-Saint Au­gus­tine ow do you ex­plain those flukes that make us say, “that was im­pos­si­ble,” or “what are the chances?” I’m not much of a church goer and I’ve even doubted the re­al­ism in­volved in God. I’ve lived my life sim­ply not know­ing what will come af­ter our days here on earth but se­ri­ously liv­ing the best life I can. I’ve lived many an ex­pe­ri­ence, like wak­ing up wor­ry­ing about my sis­ter and then find­ing out she had a car ac­ci­dent, or think­ing about some­one that I hadn’t seen in year an then run­ning in to them by chance, but I don’t be­lieve any as in­ex­pli­ca­ble as last Wed­nes­day night.

Jazmin is a tan and black husky mix dog that I re­cently helped save from up North of Que­bec. She was ex­tremely scared and shy when I picked her up and was suf­fer­ing from a se­ri­ous in­fec­tion on her chest. Af­ter a week and a half of be­ing in my home, her in­fec­tion got much bet­ter and while she was still shy, she had come a long way in trust­ing hu­mans. There’s not a mean bone in her body and she was ready to find a new for­ever lov­ing home. A fam­ily in Rich­mond, Mark and Cather­ine Gif­ford, saw her photo, fell in love with her and wanted to adopt her.

I drove to Rich­mond last Wed­nes­day morn­ing and brought her to meet her per­spec­tive fam­ily. Hadn’t been to Rich­mond in years, so I had to ad­mit­tedly use the GPS to get there. They loved her. I left with a happy but heavy heart since I bonded with her.

Af­ter work and af­ter sup­per, I checked my Face­book, which I al­ways do ev­ery hour or so to see of any news on dogs that are in their new homes or peo­ple in­ter­ested in adopt­ing and that’s when I saw it. News from Jaz’s new fam­ily that she had bro­ken away and was miss­ing.

“Will it make any dif­fer­ence if I go and help call her?”, “By the time I get there she may be too far or al­ready found,” and “But, she knows my voice, she knows the kids,” all ran through my head at 9 p.m. that night. Some­thing told me I re­ally needed to go and see if I could help, at least try. My youngest boys in­sisted they were com­ing to help and I read­ied Wy­att, my Laber­nese, since Jaz was still more com­fort­able with dogs than hu­mans.

My boyfriend stayed home to take calls in­case needed and we all headed out. Af­ter Sher­brooke, the snow got much heav­ier, so much heav­ier that I al­most felt the need to turn around due to no vis­i­bil­ity, but with do­ing 30 to 50 kms/hr we dredged on. “There is no place to trun around mom,” my son said. My heart was sick with worry for Jazmin. At about Wind­sor, at 9:25 p.m. my son, Zack looks at me and goes, “Mom, Jazmin is so scared, what if she doesn’t come to us.” I ex­plain that these dogs are in com­pletely new sit­u­a­tions but I doubted she would go too far to make him feel bet­ter, but in all hon­esty, I had no idea what the dog was think­ing. I took the exit by the new McDon­ald’s out­side Mel­bourne and re­al­ized quickly it was the wrong one, got back on the 55. The snow was let­ting up as we neared the Ac­ton Vale exit. As I was look­ing at the exit sign I hap­pened to no­tice some­thing black com­ing to­wards us, run­ning South on the 55 North. I quickly opened

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