Divine Encounter 2

14 Jan

My Take

DiVoran Lites



In Publix, I saw a woman with a little dog in a sling strapped to her chest. It was a long-hairedwiener dog with dangling ears full of natural wave. She wore a dog-sized visor and her legs hung from the sling. The dog’s name was Alice. Her eyes looked blank as though she was ignoring the noise and clamor around her. I’d seen that expression before and understood why it was there. I then noticed a SERVICE DOG badge attached to her vest. After admiring her, I asked what kind of service dog she was.

Her owner said, “I got her when she was six months old, named her Alice. One night after she’d been with me about a year, she started yapping and pushing at me to wake me. I said, ‘lie down, be quiet, go away,’ I wanted to sleep, but she kept it up. Feeling groggy, I took a reading on my glucose monitor. It read over 300, but after an injection, I used the monitor again and the reading was fine. When I told my doctor what Alice had done, he insisted that with that special talent Alice should be certified as my service dog. He wrote the letter himself and now she goes everywhere with me and wakes me if the blood sugar needs some help.”

I found out that many people stopped Alice and her owner in stores, and I recalled another famous dog that would not respond to strangers. We met him at an event at the Space Center. He was one of the dogs who played Lassie in the movies and on TV. Yes, male and female dogs played the part. Apparently,famous dogs just have to protect themselves from over-stimulation in order to do their jobs.



On New Year’s Day, 2019 Bill and I were in the hardware/lumber store. I walked around while Bill shopped.

This gentleman looked kind of sad and quite bored, so to cheer him a bit I said, “I like your hat.

“It came over from Christmas he said. His voice reminded me of Louis Armstrong’s.

“Do you sing?” I asked, on impulse.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“You’re wearing a jazz hat. Will you sing for me?’

“I will,” he said. Everyone else was busy in other parts of the store. He paused to think through his memory songbook. When started, it was an old sweet song sung so quietly that no one else could hear it. I was happy, but suddenly shy. I kept smiling, however,  knowing that to look away would surely make him feel embarrassed.

“That’s an Etta James song,” he said. “You made my day.” But really he had made mine.

We shook hands, and I said, “thank you,” and walked away as if nothing had happened. ”

I hope this whole year is like that. I’m not one for surprises, but I do dig divine encounters.



Author, Poet and Artist

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

One Response to “Divine Encounter 2”

  1. Onisha Ellis January 14, 2019 at 10:24 am #

    I can definitely see you asking the gentleman to sing for you! Love your free spirit.


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