To the Editor:
I have lived in Waldoboro since 2004. I can often hear the whistle of a train as it glides along the journey of life. I like to say my prayers in the morning, Please God, watch over the planes, trains and all those going our way today. A week or so ago I am just hanging around home, when I hear a voice say, “A boy wants a train for Christmas, not a little boy, an older boy.” I am certain of this.
So I go about my day and the thought keeps popping in my mind; a boy wants a train for Christmas. Later in the evening I finish my chores and get ready for bed early. As I want to get in my jammies and snuggle with my black lab and watch a Christmas movie or cartoon. I’m surfing through the channels and low and behold, “The Polar Express” movie is on. All right, I love that movie.
After the movie I go to bed and awake from a dream: I was shopping in a store; two older boys were there, all golden and in spirit form. What are you doing, they ask?
Why I am shopping for a train. An older boy wants a train for Christmas. I just knew it had to be the Polar Express. No other train would do.
Monday Dec. 7 rolls around. I went for coffee with a friend. I told her about the voice and the dream, also how I had called and left a message with the “Holiday Family Wishes Foundation as I wanted to volunteer to help wrap presents or do what I could to help.
They hadn’t got back to me yet, I told my friend Rachel, even if I did volunteer how in the world was I going to find a boy at the right age that wants a train for Christmas?
I had some shopping to do at Renys, and I was standing in line, my friend behind me, when the register rang up an item I hadn’t purchased: an electric blanket. No one in front of me had one or behind me. I started teasing the young man behind the counter, “Didn’t they tell you this place was haunted when they hired you?”
I looked up and over by the door was the Family Holiday Wishes tree. So I wander over to check it out, there are only 10 or so blue tags for boys. I am thumbing through them, when, on the very last tag on bottom, I looked at it and saw, “A Boy 11, Train” I looked again, I wasn’t seeing things, “A Boy 11 Train”
I grab the ticket and start jumping up and down like a kid hollering “Higher Power Rocks” That is to say God. I showed my friend Rachel: amazing.
The next morning arrives, Dec. 8, and I am thinking How in the world am I going to find the money for a train? I am on some disability and alimony. I needed God’s help. Then I remembered I had a shotgun I never used, so I called an old friend, to see if he would buy it. Yes, he said yes!
We agreed to meet Wednesday Dec. 9. That morning, my old friend calls. It’s storming out really hard, windy. I told him my car might not make Waldoboro hill. So he came to my door as he has four wheel drive. I prayed for his safety. He arrives safe and sound. Praise to my God!
I now have the money for “The Polar Express.” I am hoping the roads will be clear Dec, 10th. I get up early, looking good. I call Lincoln County News, to find out where I can find Holiday Wishes Foundation, as I would really like to deliver it there.
I talked to Sherwood, the editor, about my story. He said his wife Cynthia was the head of the foundation. Amazing! I only had until Friday to drop off the present. I was shopping at a store and told the manager my story, she gave me a discount: wonderful. I bring “The Polar Express” train in and set it under my TV (I don’t have a tree up yet) and I just stared at that train in wonder. It is real, really, really, real!
So I lay on the floor like a kid just gazing at it, hey, it has Santa’s bell just like in the movie. I am wondering if it works, reading the box and turned it some, when I heard the bell Jingle, Yes!
Friday morning, Dec. 11, time for the “The Polar Express” to glide along the rails, next stop. I am exhausted, but very happy.
I knew Santa’s other elves would make sure it gets to where it is supposed to be. Now it is time to wrap up this Miraculous Connection. May this young lad of 11 and all those reading this today continue to believe in miracles. God Bless.
Susan Derviter, Waldoboro
