Ani’s Advent Calendar 2018! Wishes…and a little miracle with Phyllis Staton Campbell

I was not sleeping, whatever she may say… I was meditating. An expert tells me that this is the position of receptivity , so I thought I’d try  and see.

Or, maybe, I was just making a wish. I’ve had them come true, you know… like the times she has left the fridge or food cupboard open, or turned her back on her dinner… Simple things, in the grand scheme, but they made this small dog’s day…

And at least you can tell what I’m doing, unlike some two-legses who are wearing shades in the house… and in winter too. I won’t tell her she looks silly… ’cause I am really wishing she’ll be better soon and my walks can get back to normal. None of this ‘just a quick one then’ business.

Still, with Christmas just days away and early at our place this year, there should be something to cheer her up soon! Wonder if they’ll take me adventuring again if I promise not to eat the leash this time?

I had a story sent to me for the calendar about wishes, so I’m going to take that as a good omen…

Just A Little Miracle

Phyllis Staton Campbell

            It was Christmas, 1959. For me the world was moving forward to that joyous yet frightening time between high school and college. I was moving from the known world of the School for the Blind with its small classes, well known campus and the convenience of braille books to large classes, an unfamiliar campus, not geared to such accommodations as braille text books. It was the last Christmas I would take part in the Christmas concert with my peers; the last Christmas dance with the boy I’d been dating, the last time for so many things.

Next year I wouldn’t be living in Staunton, so it was the last year I’d step off the Trail Way bus to be met by my sister, Fay, and my four-year-old niece, Pam. I’d spent school holidays with Fay, her husband, Bill, and Pam, since my mother’s death.

“What’s Santa bringing?” I asked as Pam settled herself on my lap, later that afternoon.

“A cat,” came the prompt reply.

“Now, Pam,” Fay said from where she was rolling out cookie dough. “We’ve told you that you aren’t getting a cat!”

“But I am,” and there was no arguing if the assurance in her voice could be believed. But you didn’t argue with sister Fay.

“We’ve explained that this is not the right time of year for kittens. Now tell Phyl what you’re going to get,” and she decisively banged the oven door.

“A cat,” came the prompt reply. “I’ve asked God, and I’ve asked Santa, and I’m going to get a cat.”

By that time I was laughing helplessly, but at the same time, thinking about how disappointed she would be. She was an only child, and from my own experience, as a child, much younger than my sisters and brother, I knew how much that something her very own to love, even share secrets with, would mean.

It was almost dark when I heard the cry. “Phyl, Phyl, come, come, Phyl!”

“I don’t believe this,” came Fay’s only slightly less excited exclamation.

“What on earth–” I said turning from the piano where I’d been quietly playing Christmas carols.

“It’s my cat, Phyl, it’s my cat! It’s coming down the road!”

And a cat it was indeed. Definitely a stray from her appearance. We lived over a mile off the highway, and certainly in the time I’d lived there, we’d never had a stray cat, yet there she was, coming straight for the house, and straight through the open door.

Coincidence? Perhaps, but I like to think that some wise guiding presence had answered the desire of a child, granting her wish. Even now, when I’m faced with what seems like an impossibility, even a major change, I remember that Christmas Eve, the mysterious appearance of more than a rather scruffy cat, but proof that even the smallest need is granted, it only takes faith, and especially at Christmas.


About the author

Phyllis Staton Campbell, who was born blind, writes about the world she knows best. She calls on her experience as teacher of the blind, peer counselor and youth transition coordinator. She says that she lives the lives of her characters: lives of sorrow and joy; triumph and failure; hope and despair. That she and her characters sometimes see the world in a different way, adds depth to the story. She sees color in the warmth of the sun on her face, the smell of rain, the call of a cardinal, and God, in a rainbow of love and grace.

Although she was born in Amherst County, Virginia, she has lived most of her life in Staunton, Virginia, where she serves as organist at historic Faith Lutheran church, not far from the home she shared with her husband, Chuck, who waits beyond that door called death.


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Books by Phyllis Campbell

Available via Amazon or Smashwords in paper and electronic formats, including plain text and RTF can be read on the PC using your screen-reader, with Victor Stream, Book Sense etc, and on devices such as the Apex. Click the titles to go to Amazon.


Where Sheep May Safely Graze

When Jim, the pastor of a prestigious city church, is blinded in Iraq, he and his organist wife, Amy, find their faith challenged. Not only must they adjust to Jim’s blindness and a new marriage, but to the loss of his pulpit, when the congregation asks him to step down because of his blindness, in spite of his successful rehab training.They go to serve a congregation in a rural village, where in addition to the usual duties of a pastor and his wife, they pray for animals, cope with a huge drafty parsonage, befriend a young couple, secretly married, and help bring a baby into the world in the middle of a flood. The characters are like animals and people the reader may meet every day, those people who will invite you in for iced tea and the latest news.The reader will laugh, and cry and find inspiration as Pastor Jim and Amy struggle and find the will of God.


A Place to Belong

A Place To Belong by [Campbell, Phyllis]After her father’s death, when she was eight, Jill and her mother moved from town to town as her mother moved from job to job, each taking her higher on the ladder of success. When her mother marries the owner of a prestigious line of dress shops, six-teen-year-old Jill thinks her life is perfect—a beautiful home, a private school, and she’s dating the most popular boy in school. Then disaster strikes when she loses her sight due to a brain tumor.The day before she leaves the hospital her mother tells her that she’ll be going for an extended visit with her father’s mother, someone she’s seen only once, while her mother and stepfather go to Europe on businessAs she travels to rural Virginia, she feels totally abandoned. She knows that her stepfather is paying her grandmother for her keep, and she can’t shake the feeling that her mother simply doesn’t want to be bothered with a daughter, and especially with one who is blind. Too, there is the matter of why her grandparents and parents never had anything to do with each other.Travel with Jill as she masters her new world of darkness, learns to love family and friends, faces the thing that forced her father away from her grandparents, and finds the true secret of belonging.This is a story of courage and love, and a must read for anyone facing blindness, as well as for anyone who has an interest in learning more about the world of the blind, especially that of a young blind person. Besides that, it’s just a good story for anybody young or old who likes to read.


Who Will Hear Them Cry by [Staton-Campbell, Phyllis]Who Will Hear Them Cry

Kate Talbot, partner in a small town detective agency is blinded by the psychopath who kills her husband and unborn child. Filled with guilt she retreats into a world of computers where life and death are played out on the screen, creating a form of immortality. When her partner urges her to come out of retirement to investigate a series of accidents at a school for disabled children, she reluctantly agrees. She soon realizes that the deaths aren’t accidents, but a part of a sinister plot, so diabolical that it can’t be imagined. Her investigation takes her through the attics of the school, to the state mental hospital, to a country funeral and along a slippery ledge four stories above the ground. Follow her from the safety of your chair to the surprising conclusion.


Out of the Night

Two women, two centuries, and one man determined to destroy them, even from the grave.Chris has faced many challenges in her twenty-one years of life, a mother more involved with her career than with her daughter, a father who deserted his family also to pursue a career, and the loss of her sight. Nothing, however, has prepared her for the challenge faced by her and the four other clients attending an independence center held in a historic building on the campus of the school for the blind.Determined to achieve her goal of concert pianist, Chris feels a kinship with those women who have once lived in the old building, only to realize that the past is surrounding her and the others in a real and dangerous way. Walk with her as she struggles not only to achieve her career goals, know herself as a whole woman, but must uncover a secret over a century old.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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53 Responses to Ani’s Advent Calendar 2018! Wishes…and a little miracle with Phyllis Staton Campbell

  1. What a sweet story, and how wonderful!

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  2. Patty says:

    Reblogged this on Campbells World and commented:
    I am so proud to see yet another friend and client visiting here on this blog.
    I knew this was coming today and it must surely be what woke me in the middle of the night.
    I’ve read all the books previewed here and I can say with great assurity that they are wonderful reads, and let me also assure you that I do not say that because Mrs. Campbell is friend and Client. I say that because it is simply the truth.
    Please do visit the original post, and please do pick up a book or two this Holiday season.

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  3. Ritu says:

    Oh what a sweet story!

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  4. Patty says:

    I am so proud to see yet another friend and client visiting here on this blog. I knew this was coming today and it must surely be what woke me in the middle of the night. I’ve read all the books previewed here and I can say with great assurance that they are wonderful reads, and let me also assure you that I do not say that because Mrs. Campbell is friend and Client. I say that because it is simply the truth. Please do visit the original post, and please do pick up a book or two this Holiday season.

    I’ve reblogged at campbellsworld.

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    • Sue Vincent says:

      Thank you for sharing this, Patty.

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      • pcampbell16 says:

        A rather interesting thing happened yesterday. I opened a package, and to my utter amazement there was, a cat! No, she didn’t meow, but is a realistic cat, but who on earth sent her? A mystery! Late yesterday discovered she was a gift from the CEO of Creative Writing Institute. Another Christmas cat revealed.
        Phyllis

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  5. Lovely story and adorable pet

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  6. Wow, this story gave me goosebumps. Sue, I am sorry you are still ill. You must get better before Christmas.

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  8. Oh what a wonderful Christmas wish come true. I’m going to wish for a new young pal not that it’s some time since we had to put-legs our old girl to sleep. Ani, my two-legs says to wish your two-legs better. What a rotten time of year to be feeling poorly. Hopefully you will get your proper walks back soon. Love Ben xx
    Re blogged as Christmas wish come true https://wordpress.com/post/benonthebeinnsblog.wordpress.com/4440

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  9. Darlene says:

    A lovely story. Wishes do come true. Dot and I found each other. Have a great Christmas. xo

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  10. amreade says:

    What a wonderful story! Thank you for sharing. Hope you’re feeling a bit better, Sue.

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  11. Adele Marie says:

    A beautiful Christmas miracle.

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  12. What a hearttouching story. You find a great intro too. Ani the first meditating dog ever. 🙂 Michael

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  13. noelleg44 says:

    What a sweet story! There ARE miracles at Christmas!

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  14. What a wonderful, heartwarming story! I do believe that children are open to the invisible world of miracles, or collapsing time, or manifesting their desires, whatever works beyond our logical, reasoned existence. Thanks so much for sharing, Phyllis. Merry Christmas to you and Sue. 🙂

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  15. Such a beautiful Christmas story! Wonderful to meet Phyllis today. Wishing all A Very Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year! ❤

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  16. pcampbell16 says:

    It is such a thrill for me and my work to be featured here. Many thanks to Sue, and each person who has commented.
    Phyllis

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  17. Oh I’m so glad Fay got her cat ❤

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  18. Dale says:

    What a perfect story for this time of year!

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  19. Jennie says:

    Phyllis, your little miracle seems big to me. Just wonderful! I may be one of the few people who knows how to pronounce Staunton 🙂 with family history nearby.

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  21. dgkaye says:

    Such a sweet story. And Ani, you crack me up – now you meditate? ❤ xx

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