My divorce was now final and I needed to find a new home for me and my six-year-old son, Dash.
My
divorce
was
now
final
and
I
needed
to
find
a
new
home
for
me
and
my
six-year-old
son
,
Dash
.
A few days earlier I'd seen an ad.
A
few
days
earlier
I
'd
seen
an
ad
.
I was willing to try anything, so I contacted the owner, a woman named Camille.
I
was
willing
to
try
anything
,
so
I
contacted
the
owner
,
a
woman
named
Camille
.
When she e-mailed me back I discovered she wasn't renting a house at all.
When
she
e-mailed
me
back
I
discovered
she
was
n't
renting
a
house
at
all
.
She was renting the attic apartment.
She
was
renting
the
attic
apartment
.
I left her a message calling off our meeting.
I
left
her
a
message
calling
off
our
meeting
.
But Camille called me back and insisted I come over.
But
Camille
called
me
back
and
insisted
I
come
over
.
So here I was.
So
here
I
was
.
I pulled the car to a stop and looked up at the tiny cottage.
I
pulled
the
car
to
a
stop
and
looked
up
at
the
tiny
cottage
.
The house was small as it was.
The
house
was
small
as
it
was
.
The attic window looked too tiny to let much light in.
The
attic
window
looked
too
tiny
to
let
much
light
in
.
We couldn't live in a dark, depressing place.
We
could
n't
live
in
a
dark
,
depressing
place
.
I could make do with almost anything.
I
could
make
do
with
almost
anything
.
But Dash needs a good home, a place he really feels safe.
But
Dash
needs
a
good
home
,
a
place
he
really
feels
safe
.
No sense in wasting her time or mine.
No
sense
in
wasting
her
time
or
mine
.
I knocked.
I
knocked
.
The woman who opened the door was small and bright-eyed.
The
woman
who
opened
the
door
was
small
and
bright-eyed
.
She was much older than I'd guessed, but I could see she had the energy of someone half her age.
She
was
much
older
than
I
'd
guessed
,
but
I
could
see
she
had
the
energy
of
someone
half
her
age
.
She looked so sympathetic that I found myself wanting to keep talking to her.
She
looked
so
sympathetic
that
I
found
myself
wanting
to
keep
talking
to
her
.
"We have to leave our home," I explained.
``
We
have
to
leave
our
home
,
''
I
explained
.
"My marriage ended.
``
My
marriage
ended
.
I only have a few days to find something else, but I want it to be right."
I
only
have
a
few
days
to
find
something
else
,
but
I
want
it
to
be
right
.
''
Camille nodded.
Camille
nodded
.
"You're a good mother.
``
You
're
a
good
mother
.
You never know the miracles that await youaround the corner."
You
never
know
the
miracles
that
await
youaround
the
corner
.
''
Camille walked me to the door and wished me well.
Camille
walked
me
to
the
door
and
wished
me
well
.
I got back in the car and snapped out of it.
I
got
back
in
the
car
and
snapped
out
of
it
.
I drove off slowly, hoping to make the feeling last.
I
drove
off
slowly
,
hoping
to
make
the
feeling
last
.
I turned down a side street I didn't recognize.
I
turned
down
a
side
street
I
did
n't
recognize
.
I glanced out of the side window.
I
glanced
out
of
the
side
window
.
Just up ahead was a cottage with a sign out in front: for rent.
Just
up
ahead
was
a
cottage
with
a
sign
out
in
front
:
for
rent
.
I pulled over.
I
pulled
over
.
I found the owners had just bought the house themselves and were decorating it, hoping to find the perfect renters.
I
found
the
owners
had
just
bought
the
house
themselves
and
were
decorating
it
,
hoping
to
find
the
perfect
renters
.
They took me on a tour of the house that was like a copy of my list: a big bedroom for Dash, a backyard with trees, and a great school nearby.
They
took
me
on
a
tour
of
the
house
that
was
like
a
copy
of
my
list
:
a
big
bedroom
for
Dash
,
a
backyard
with
trees
,
and
a
great
school
nearby
.
The house was meant for us!
The
house
was
meant
for
us
!
Camille was right.
Camille
was
right
.
Miracles await us, just around the corner.
Miracles
await
us
,
just
around
the
corner
.
My divorce was now final and I needed to find a new home for me and my six-year-old son, Dash. A few days earlier I'd seen an ad. I was willing to try anything, so I contacted the owner, a woman named Camille. When she e-mailed me back I discovered she wasn't renting a house at all. She was renting the attic apartment. I left her a message calling off our meeting.  But Camille called me back and insisted I come over. So here I was. I pulled the car to a stop and looked up at the tiny cottage. The house was small as it was. The attic window looked too tiny to let much light in. We couldn't live in a dark, depressing place. I could make do with almost anything. But Dash needs a good home, a place he really feels safe.  No sense in wasting her time or mine. I knocked. The woman who opened the door was small and bright-eyed. She was much older than I'd guessed, but I could see she had the energy of someone half her age. She looked so sympathetic that I found myself wanting to keep talking to her. "We have to leave our home," I explained. "My marriage ended. I only have a few days to find something else, but I want it to be right."  Camille nodded. "You're a good mother. You never know the miracles that await youaround the corner." Camille walked me to the door and wished me well. I got back in the car and snapped out of it. I drove off slowly, hoping to make the feeling last. I turned down a side street I didn't recognize. I glanced out of the side window. Just up ahead was a cottage with a sign out in front: for rent.  I pulled over. I found the owners had just bought the house themselves and were decorating it, hoping to find the perfect renters. They took me on a tour of the house that was like a copy of my list: a big bedroom for Dash, a backyard with trees, and a great school nearby. The house was meant for us!  Camille was right. Miracles await us, just around the corner.