Mario was working on one of our properties the other day when he came down from one of the units carrying a very heavy bag. Even though his gut told him not to, he placed his keys on the tailgate of his truck so that he could dump the bag in the dumpster.
His truck key always stays in the ignition of the truck - so he didn't need his key ring to drive the truck away. You can imagine what happened next. He dumped the bag, got into his truck and drove half a mile to our office. Once he arrived at our office, he couldn't get in because he didn't have his keys. So, he drove back to look for them and they were nowhere to be found.
He called me in a panic because he had a lot of important keys on that key ring, such as the keys to our office, my vehicle, the master keys to all of our apartments, and many others. I offered to help him find them, because I'm excellent at finding things, and I'm very good with keys. (One time I left a bag of keys on the back of my car and I drove away. I realized it immediately, went back to find them, and found every last one.)
I also have very good vision, so I drove the route that he took, and looked for his keys, while he walked it. As he meandered down the road, someone he knew drove by and asked him what he lost. This made Mario uncomfortable because this fellow was not very trustworthy, and if this guy got a hold of the keys, there would be reason to worry.
Mario pushed that thought aside and held the thought instead that someone else, whom he trusted, must have picked up his keys. While I was looking, I didn't have that thought at all. I had the thought that we would find them in a place he wasn't expecting. So I searched inside, underneath, and in all the boxes on the side of the truck, as well as his work room, and inside the apartment he was in, once I determined they definitely weren’t on the street.
Lo and behold, as he turned the corner onto the street where our apartment building is located, he saw one of our former tenants, Eddie walking with his now three year old daughter. He struck up a conversation and asked them if they've seen his keys. Eddie said, “Yeah. My daughter just found a set. Are these them?” And they were! A wave of relief swept over Mario. He thanked our former tenants profusely, bid them goodbye, and called me immediately.
You might be wondering what in the world does this have to do with me manifesting my man? Well, there are several lessons in this story that apply to manifestation.