I was living in south Florida when I spotted him. The spaniel was standing with his nose almost touching the ground next to the busy highway. Although I already had a dog, his body language screamed out â€œhelp!â€ so I turned my car around and went back.
I found the dog cowering in the shade of a lone weed that had somehow escaped the mowerâ€™s blade. When I knelt down and called him, he hobbled to me on three legs. I put him in the car and headed for the veterinary office. My vet said the dog had a dislocated hip from being struck by a car and scheduled surgery for the following week.
I brought the dog back to my apartment where he was listless and apathetic. The only thing that made his ears perk up was the sound of childrensâ€™ voices. When he heard them, he would look up, straining at the sounds, then slump back down totally dejected. It was obvious that he was a childâ€™s pet.
It was 100 degrees, but something inside told me I couldnâ€™t stop searchingâ€¦
Although I lived 20 miles from the city where I found him, I decided to get back in my car and drive there looking for the owner. I spent hours putting up signs and asking people if they knew of anyone who had lost a black and white springer spaniel. The temperature was near 100 degrees and I was hot, tired and discouraged. But I was compelled, somehow, to keep searching for his owner.
Finally, I drove into a small trailer park where I asked a little boy playing in his yard if he had lost his dog. His mother came to the screen door as I was talking. She looked stunned. Turning away from the door she yelled â€œBetty! I think this woman found Pepper!â€
That door almost flew off the hinges as a red-haired woman burst through it. My first question to her was, â€œDo you have kids?â€
Sobbing, she showed me pictures of twin 8-year-old girls, but the biggest surprise was yet to come. It turned out that Betty lived 30 miles from the city. When Pepper got into her ex-brother-in-lawâ€™s garbage one too many times, he took the dog and dumped him in the city a few weeks earlier. Betty had just stopped by the womanâ€™s trailer for 5 minutes before work.
Now, I ask you, what are the odds of me finding the owner in a city of 100,000+ people? I lived in Royal Palm Beach, 20 miles away and Pepper was from Loxahatchee, which is more than 30 miles away. The odds of running into Pepperâ€™s owner that day were so fantastic that I doubted that it could be her dog.
â€œYou know my name. You know my mom!â€
When I walked into my apartment I said, â€œHello, Pepperâ€ and for the first time in three days, he looked up, his tail started wagging and he came to my side. It took him five seconds to realize, â€œYou know my name. You know my mom!â€
When Pepperâ€™s mom arrived, we all criedâ€¦she and I and the dog. It was the most beautiful thing ever.
Later that night,the phone rang. It was Bettyâ€™s daughter.
â€œI just want to thank you for bringing Pepper home,â€ she said. â€œEvery night when my sister and I said our prayers, we asked God to please bring Pepper home. Thanks to you, he did.â€
I hung up the phone in goosebumps. I knew now that it was no coincidence that I found Pepperâ€™s owner. God had used me as an angel for a day to answer the prayers of two little girls. They got their dog back and I got a valuable lesson in the power of prayer.
By Magz Skorupski of New York, USA