The real reason for my trip

Daisy…sitting in my backseat, waiting to be picked up by her owner.

I took a quick trip to Manchester yesterday. I needed to pick something up, and get a watch battery replaced for Jack. About a mile from the center of downtown Manchester, I noticed what looked like a dog running along the side of the road. I slowed down, and at that moment, she ran into the middle of traffic. Cars were weaving around her so I pulled over and got out of my car to try to slow things down. As I began to approach her, she ran back to the side of the road, in the opposite direction. Hurrying to my car, yet uncertain about how to proceed, I realized that she was again in the center of the road, still running away from me.

I quickly began walking toward her, and heard someone yell, “Mary!” I looked up and my friend Ashley Bridge (a massage therapist who shares the office building with me) had also seen the dog and pulled over. Cambridge is at least 45 minutes from Manchester yet we were both there at that moment. Now the little dog was between us and we were able to grab her.

We called the phone number on her collar, and her very-relieved owner said that she had been on a hike with her dogs when Daisy wandered off, and she’d been looking for her ever since. Daisy is an old dog (I believe her owner said that she was 15) and seemed a little confused but oh so sweet. It was a happy reunion.

I never did get what I went to Manchester for, (the item wasn’t in and the jeweler was out of that type of battery) but it didn’t matter. I realized that the reason I made that trip had nothing to do my original idea.

Do we really ever have to question that we are all somehow connected at the level of the “heart”…connected by Love!? Right before I left for Manchester, I had stopped by the Coop to have a brief chat with my friend Nancy, and used the bathroom before I headed out. As I stood there in the bathroom, a poster (that I had never noticed) caught my eye. The title of it was, “How to Build Community”, and I don’t know why, but I took the time to read it. I liked the poster, but the suggestion that stood out was, “Help a lost dog.”

The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.  Blaise Pascal

(Information on how to purchase this poster is in the following link

34 thoughts on “The real reason for my trip”

  1. I sure am glad you were there to save Daisy from being hit by a car. You saved a life! Dogs are so precious, I think.

  2. Wow, Mary! Your agenda for yesterday was written and presented to you in that bathroom at the Coop…you just didn’t know it til a lttle later ‘on the road’! What a sweet ‘puppy’ all safe in your car…upon rereading that wonderful poster, it seems that your and Ashley’s hearts lead you ‘to do’ many things on that community list! So glad that Daisy is safe and at home. Much love…

  3. Mary,you & the massage therapists were angels in that dog’s life; in the right place at the right time. And you were both lucky no-one was injured or killed with all that traffic. The poster’s last five notations are profound reminders to me to stop & think carefully before jumping into judgemental & conclusive thinking. Thankfully, your adventure had a positive ending.
    SandyP in Canada

  4. Love this poster, Mary. Glad you put up the link to purchase. Just lately, I have stopped twice to rescue a lost dog. I have 4 dogs of my own – and hope that if one of them were out wander, that someone would stop to rescue him or her.

  5. Divine perfect timing wins again! Daisy, what a precious little face!
    Love the last lines of the poster: “Know that no one is silent, though some are not heard/Work to change this”.
    Plenty of food for thought in this post. Thanks, Mary.

  6. Great post Mary. I have an animal advocate in me too. I will not pass by an animal in need, most especially a dog or cat. I’ve also stopped for turtles, baby birds, even a peacock. A lot of people don’t even see the animals. But I’m always looking for them as I drive. Animals and cars don’t mix and helping one in danger of being hit by a car is the least we can do. I am always very careful of safety though and will not put myself in danger of being run over. I love the poster and the fact that you read it before your trip yesterday. Wonderful!

  7. So many people would have just said a prayer for the dog to be safe but kept on going. I ended up with my orange tabby cat, I couldn’t leave him in that parking lot so hot and such a small little man trying to find his survival. He chose my car to hide under and get out of the heat. He’s a joy and after 3 years still thinks he’s a kitten. We call him Wally because I found him at our local Walmart!

  8. Thank you for saving that sweet dog Mary. I know it wouldn’t have survived long confused on a busy road. I always love how we “accidently” are at just the right place at the right time for a special meeting of someone or something in need! It has happened to me many times and I still marvel at the miracle.

  9. Thank gooness for people like you and Ashley who would take the time to help the poor pooch who obviously was very lost and very confused by all of the traffic. You no doubt saved that dog from imminent death. Funny how you both were there at the same time to help the dog….or was it so funny? Or just one of those things meant to be.

  10. I’ve been away from the blog for awhile and plan to spend time catching up, what a great day to return! The small miracles of every day life abound ; the poster, the lost dog, the friend and helpmate, the reunion of Daisy with her “mom”. It’s a beautiful world!

  11. Mary, if we could we’d all be gathering you a huge bunch of daisies and fashioning you a Daisy Crown! What a wonderful story, and I too love the poster. Last week behind my library there’s an access road rarely traveled. I had the privilege of being able to come to a halt in my car to watch a mother quail escort her tiny tiny brood across the street. Baby quail I swear are not bigger than a tennis ball, maybe 3 inches high? and probably not more than 3 ounces in weight. They have many babies, I saw about ten. They crossed the street, but one little guy straggled behind. True mother fashion, Mama Quail bustled back into the road and pushed him from behind, heading him to the curb – took him 3 or 4 hops until he made it to the top. So happy I didn’t see this on a busy street. I STOP FOR QUAIL would be a sure rear-ender. Here’s a link to show how small are the babies:,r:4,s:0,i:147

  12. For any quail lovers out there, this is a precious story told in the voice of a quail, about the life of quails in their covey. It is sad in that land development disrupts their nesting area – I had to search my library reading record online to remember the exact title and author – seems like I read it in 2009, but that goes to show you, if a book stays with you that long, it’s good! I think of it every time I see a little family of quail such as the one above.

    Strong feather : the story of the last covey in Indian Bend Wash, by Richard Inglis Hopper.

  13. Dear Mary…there are no coincidences, eh? You and your friend were most definitely supposed to be the angels who saved that sweet dog. Bless you for following you instincts.

  14. Very touching. I guess we never know how we might be used for a greater purpose. Thanks for the reminder to be open.

  15. God puts us where we need to be…we’ve just got to realize what he has in mind for us! You really were Daisy’s angel.

  16. * Completely off-topic to today’s post; in line with the Labor Day writing contest:

    Today’s newspaper had a wonderful obituary story of Ray Bradbury, sci-fi writer extraordinaire. I learned much and laughed out loud when I read the article:
    In many ways, he always that 12 -year-old boy who was inspired to become a writer after a chance meeting with a carnival magician called Mr. Electrico who, to Bradbury’s delight, tapped him with his sword and said:”Live forever!”
    “I decided that was the greatest idea I had ever heard,” Bradbury said later. “I started writing every day. I never stopped.”
    “I sometimes get up at night when I can’t sleep and walk down into my library and open one of my books and read a paragraph and say: “My, God, did I write that? Did I write that?? Because it’s still a surprise,” he said in 2000.

    He died Tuesday at age 91, and said all his stories were metaphors for everyday life and all it entailed. And they all came from his childhood.His work, just like the author himself, could also be joyful, whimsical and nostalgic.

    Happy trails, Ray. You captured my imagination at a young age and kept it enthralled for decades.

    1. God bless Mr. Electrico! We’ll never know the power of two words when spoken to a child who has the innocence to harness the power! wow, Cheryl, thanks for sharing that!

  17. I loved this story Mary, but what really touched me was the poster. When i think nostalgically about the past, these are the things i think about because they are the things that we did. We got involved, we knew our neighbors and we served our communities. What has happened?

  18. What a powerful post. When I look at sweet Daisy I fill up with tears. I believe there are no coincidences also. You’re awesome Mary!

  19. Oh, Mary, you made me cry today. Not a common occurrence these days, but feels good to do it over something so happy and also profound.

  20. Hi Mary,
    What a great story! You were def supposed to be there! Thank you for sharing.
    And I love the poster. I own and run a child care center and am working on updating my mission and vision statement. One of the main themes within it is to build a community where the children, families and caregivers/teachers can connect on a deeper level. So the poster is perfect! I ordered one for my entrance. Thanks again, Mary

  21. Mary I’ve helped three painted turtles across the road this spring, I really cannot not stop when I see them, but be careful, remember those basset hounds and Ashley last summer?

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