The Pineapple Story


What does hope look like?  What does it feel like?  Here’s a true story that is intended to inspire you, give you hope and make you laugh.  I implore you, after reading this, do not think I’m crazy!  I swear I’m not…Ok, maybe a little, but in a good way... 

I’ve always loved books about personal development, gratitude and living your best life.  So when I picked up Gabby Bernstein’s “The Universe has Your Back” a couple of years ago, I was excited before I even read the first chapter. 

I wasn’t too far along before she began to talk about asking for signs.  Signs to show you’re on the right path in life, signs everything is going to be okay, and signs for clarity on something that’s currently happening in your life.  She stated to be as specific as possible.  As I curled up on the couch in the same pajamas I’d been wearing for days, I’ll never forget what sign I chose to be shown if I was on the right path in life.  At the time, I was going through a horrible divorce.  My world was crumbling as my husband had just left me.  I was absolutely terrified. I had been left alone with 2 young boys, a house, a growing business and growing debt.  “OK UNIVERSE” I said, if I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, and things are unraveling as they should, show me…”Pineapples.” 

Later that day, as I picked up my youngest from daycare, I walked into her house to see a pineapple sitting on the counter.  I chucked, it wasn’t uncommon that people have pineapple all the time, but I smiled to myself and took it as a wink from the universe.  Later that night, as I was in bed watching 50 First Dates, there was a seen where she’s holding a pineapple when she gets into an accident.  Again, I smiled and took it as another wink. 

I soon forgot about my pineapple sign experience.  Life was life.  I was more focused on holding everything together than I was at looking for pineapples during my day. 

Fast forward exactly 1 year.  Oh my, how so much can change in 1 year.  My business was growing, life was coming together, and I was embarking on a huge endeavor.  All good, but all very overwhelming and terrifying.  Terrifying. 

It was a Monday morning, October 16, 2017, 7am.  Our fall pumpkins had been out for Halloween, but this morning there was an addition.  A random pineapple.  Now mind you, it had been a year since this experience.  I did not put two and two together.  My first thought was my neighbor had dropped it off.  We’re very close, and she’s always doing kind things for me.  However, we also talk and text about 2349872934 times a day.  If she were to bring a random pineapple over, she’d let me know or use her key and drop on my counter!  I did inquire. She knew nothing of it and gave me some sass! 

Two minutes later as I got in the car, I gasped.  I remembered my “sign.”  In that moment I legit thought I was going crazy.  I asked my then 9 year old son if mommy was going crazy, and if there was an actual pineapple on our steps.  “Yes, Mommy” he replied and looked at me as if I had officially lost it.  I proceeded to get out of the car and take a picture to validate I hadn’t crossed over to the crazy side. 

The next day was one of the proudest moments of my life.  I had achieved a goal that started as an idea.  It exceeded my expectations, and validated I could do anything, and bring anything to fruition.  I knew I had the power within me, and that the universe always has my back. 

Now, pineapples have taken on a completely different meaning.  Anyone who knows me well, knows my pineapple story.  I see them everywhere, not as a coincidence, but as a heartwarming sign.  Someone’s posting pineapple pancakes on Facebook they just made, a baby in a stroller is wearing a pineapple onesie, pineapples galore in everyone’s carriage at the grocery store.  I see my sign whenever I need to, and it’s often.

To this day, I don’t know how that pineapple got there.  Maybe over the course of the year I did share it within someone who made a grand gesture and never told me.  Maybe the universe brought it.  Maybe it fell off a pineapple delivery truck on my street, and a random stranger thought it was mine.  I don’t know, and I don’t care.  What I care about is what it now represents for me.  Hope.  Hope that there’s always brighter days, hope that anything can change for the better overnight, hope that I can be that change for others. 

Never give up hope.  Never let the pain of the past and stress of the future dull your light.  It’s ok.  It’s always ok.  Trust me.