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第60章 HOW "PIPE DREAMS "CAN BECOME REALITIES(2)

Ask yourself these questions as I let Zora Adler,of Glendale,California,tell of her pipe dream which she carried in mind and heart for twenty-two years—and which she and her husband,Dan,have just brought to fruition! It is one of the most remarkable and inspiring demonstrations of visualization and faith and never- give-up spirit and harmony and co-operation,and the perfect working of the power within,that has ever come to my attention.

Here is Mrs.Adler's thrilling story in her own words:

"I suppose my dream really started twenty-two years ago when I would look up at the hills above our home in Glendale and would say to Dan,my husband,'Some day,let's build a house up there."We did build one,nine years later,half-way between there and my real objective.But I still had my heart set on the heights.Some day we would have our home where I had originally seen it.And,because I noticed that most people walk worriedly and look at the ground,I decided that the answer to that was to take my two little girls for hikes into the hills where there were trees and clouds to make them look up.Somehow,there is so much to see when the chin and eyes are lifted.

"It was on such a hike into the hills that I walked out onto a plateau,overlooking the whole San Fernando Valley,on into Los Angeles,Long Beach and even Santa Monica Palisades—and I felt an immediate attachment for the location.

"Impulsively,ecstatically,I said to the girls: 'Let's build a house here!' They were very excited for,little as they were,they loved it,too! But,imagine my saying a thing like that—getting such an idea—when we had just completed a new home,scarcely three years before!

"Well,we hurried home fast,almost afraid the place might be gone before we could come back with their Daddy to show him this new location for a home.I didn't stop to think that he might be upset by such a show of interest in another building site—and wonder if his wife was the sort of woman who just never would be satisfied.But instead,to my surprise and delight,he went right back with us,and as soon as he saw the hilltop and the view,he said: 'Find out who owns it.' That was thirteen years ago!

"The next morning,I went to the City Hall in Glendale and found it was owned by a Mr.and Mrs.Jennings who lived in San Diego.I wrote the usual letter of inquiry and sent it on its way—holding the thought that the lot was for sale and that we could have it! Somehow,from the very beginning,I never doubted that the lot would be ours.

"I was not at all surprised when Mr.Jennings wrote and told us we could buy it—but the miracle was yet to come.The price was over our heads since we were buying our present home and business,and with prospects of more children,we felt we should not take the big step.But every Sunday afternoon we would walk up to 'our lot 'and draw house plans in the dirt.

"On such a Sunday,I was literally dancing around with the girls and my husband for I had hit on a perfect plan for the house and could just see it standing there all finished!

"An elderly couple had come up on the hill while we were there and I noticed they had been eyeing us.After a while they sauntered over to where we were preoccupied with our 'blueprint' in the dirt,and this was our conversation:

"The Elderly Gentleman: I see you are drawing house plans!

"Mrs.Adler: Oh,yes,we are going to build a house here!

"The Elderly Gentleman: Are you interested in this lot?

"Mrs.Adler: Yes,indeed—this is our lot and new home site!

"The Elderly Gentleman(laughingly): This is very interesting,for I am Mr.Jennings.Mrs.Jennings and I own this property!

"Mrs.Adler(a bit taken aback): Well,Mr.Jennings,it is very nice to meet you—but I am not going to take back a single word of it.We won't be building right away but I feel I should let you know that that is exactly what we are going to do.Since there are three other lots,won't you be our neighbors?

"Mr.Jennings smiled and replied that they would be delighted and would build on the front lot,about fifty feet below ours.