On my 16th birthday, I recall staring at my ceiling and wondering where the years had gone. My moment of anxiety was disrupted by a sound from above: three booming knocks that shook the house.
At the end of the third knock, my timid ceiling fan came crashing down, landing inches from my body.
My pet iguana was also inches from my body and, well, that was the last I ever saw him.
I had not been his biggest fan because he destroyed many of my prized possessions, including my favorite photograph of me and my dad.
We used to spend countless hours together before my parents divorced and my dad lost custody of me.
I loved his live-in-the-moment attitude, wicked sense of humor and unending devotion to seeing me happy. Oddly enough, I had a negative thought about my iguana prior to the fan falling.
The next morning, school began as usual: Seth beat me up before class and I cried in the bathroom alone. When I arrived to class, Seth cast his sinister grin towards me as I took my seat.
Suddenly, the lights flickered and there were three loud booms. The ancient ceiling fan began shaking wildly and, before anyone could move, it fell onto Seth as he was looking up.
His neck instantly snapped. I grew nervous because I had been wishing that Seth would get what he deserved, but did not expect anything to actually happen.
That evening, I was at my school’s football game. We were facing our hated rival and I wished them the worst. I was not worried because there were no fans in sight.
As our opponents took the field, I heard three loud explosions accompanied by the sound of a rushing fan overhead.
I looked up and was horrified to spot an airplane that looked like a bomb had exploded from within and was quickly descending towards the field.
I was filled with regret and tried to undo my thoughts as the plane continued its descent. I panicked and closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes, I was laying in a bed, surrounded by my mom and police officers. I told them I was sorry for causing everything by having negative thoughts.
They told me not to worry and my mom, with tears in her eyes, handed me a letter.
*You may not realize it, but I have always been with you. I recently decided that your biggest problems were things I could solve.
I loosened your fan and gave a few knocks from the attic to rid you of the iguana. Similarly, I was able to rid you of the school bully.
Finally, I know you always wanted to see your favorite team win and I knew this would put the other team at a significant disadvantage.
I have taken full responsibility for the incidents and, no matter what happens to me, I will always be with you.*
*Your Biggest Fan,*