On Tuesday Kahu snuck out the front door. The search for her created this story. I received so many acts of kindness from so many people while I hunted for her.

A local constable was helpful and on the look out, a local Sheriff had me follow him back over his route as he had seen a large white dog. Workers on the street where on the look out for her, people on the bayou and roads.

I phoned the three Animal Shelters, no luck. If she wasn't in the dog pound or seen roaming the streets or bayou then she had to be with someone. With 18000 people living in our local area and well over 2 million people in Houston it seemed like a huge task to find her.

I used my spiritual practices that I have been taught over the years to stay calm and still within, link into spiritual guidance. Even though I had been told she was not there, I had an overwhelming intuition to go to Harris County Animal Shelter all the way across Houston.

So I drove the 1hr 15min to the Harris County Animal Shelter. I really don't like doing the drive across Houston, 6-8 lanes, thousands of cars and trucks, often bigger then my car. The animal shelter had just closed. The security guard was so kind after telling him how far I had driven, and quietly moved the cones so I could "just drive in to turn around". I managed to get in the door as someone left. I was yelled at that they were closed and told to leave; yet a very kind lady quickly showed me all the cages, ignoring the yelling staff member. Kahu was not there. Yet this drive was to be the very thing that was to bring about what seems like a wee miracle.

On returning, I hear the words "the power of the web" which has a number of different meanings. The Internet,and also the "field" "matrix" "web of oneness that we all live within". I searched the Internet and found community forums that I never knew existed. I posted on these about Kahu being lost. The next morning at 6.20am the doorbell rang. A man stood there with Kahu. He had seen the posting on the community site when he woke and brought her back. His wife had seen Kahu walking the street the day before and taken her in. She had taken her to the vet but they had not been able to read the French microchip.

While looking for Kahu, having left the Harris County Animal Shelter I had stopped at a petrol station (absolutely no idea where). There was an older looking woman in a wheel chair sitting outside holding a cup begging for money. She was a small woman. I had thought she was homeless. I gave her some money, and then she asked if I knew how to get hold of a hospital bed. "No idea sorry". But I stopped and talked with her. She needed the bed because her 80-year-old mother had been in hospital for 6 weeks having had various operations. The hospital would not let her mother leave the hospital unless she had a hospital bed at home for her. Her sister had been visiting the mother but was working, not well and now exhausted. This woman could not drive so was unable to get there and help them. She wanted her mother home. I gently asked if she wanted her mother home to look after as she was passing. "No!" she said, so adamantly. She wanted her mother home to nurse her back to health. She was so determined, adamant and authentic in her reaction. Yet she didn't seem so well herself and I wondered how she could manage that.

During the search on community forums looking for Kahu, I had found a listing for "HOSPITAL BED" Amazed at the synchronicity I searched back over this community forum and the others I had found to see if there was any other listings for hospital beds, none just this one only. Clearly not a normal posting. Judging by the response someone had already taken it. But I sent a message anyway asking if it was still available (this was Tuesday). Friday afternoon I received a reply saying it was available if I wanted it and also she could give me a commode, walker, shower bench, and safety brace. All near new.

It felt like a miracle was about to happen for this woman in a wheel chair and I felt such joy for her. I love a good miracle - they are so powerful. I have received a few since beginning my spiritual journey in 1992 so I was delighted to think that one was going to happen for her.

For all this, I was very conscious that this might not be the right thing to do for this woman. She obviously was struggling herself, in a wheel chair and also needing to beg for money. It was not for me to decide what is right for another person. So I tuned into my spiritual guidance, used the beautiful oracle cards that I use everyday. The card was "destiny". That was a big yes!

Yet also practically I did not know how to find this woman and did not want a garage full of hospital equipment for no um curso em milagres  . Someone's used commode in the garage, no thanks. I needed to find out if she really wanted it, or had I just been fed a line. I didn't think so but I needed to be sure before I answered the email and said yes to the equipment.

I had no way of finding her other then to drive back to the petrol station and I didn't even know where that was. I set off doing the horrendous drive again in peek hour Friday traffic. An hour and half later, a number of wrong turns actually caused me to stumble upon the petrol station.

She was not there of course. So I asked the cashier/owner if he knew her. Yes, he said gruffly, she is here a couple of mornings a week begging. I could come back in the morning. He sounded fed up with the outside begging. I told him how far I had driven and did not want to come back. I asked to leave her a note. He was very reluctant saying, they all spin all sorts of tall tales and not to believe her. But I had not come this far to be thawed by despondency. So pushed the point. He finally gave me a paper lunch bag and pen. A paper lunch bag... , that had me laughing inside. I wrote a note "To the woman in the wheelchair begging outside, I have a hospital bed if you want it, phone me on... ".

He cello-taped the note to his glass partition. It was all down to him, would he bother giving it to her next time he saw her. All down to one man who was fed up with homeless people begging outside his shop as he tried to make a living, and as a result was only seeing them as a nuisance and no longer as individuals and human beings.