Does anyone out there still believe in a higher power? A sixth sense? That something may be at work in your life, or something is about to go wrong, where does that intuition come from? What or rather, who’s voice is in our subconscious pulling the strings?
If you have followed my blog, you will have read my entry “Scar Sisters,” you’ll know that the universe just threw me a bone.
Well… it didn’t just throw me a bone… it threw the whole fucking cow at me (pardon my language but when things are this astronomical there really isnt a word that’s not profane that even comes close to describing how i feel)
Do you believe in signs??????
Shortly before I was born, 13 tornadoes touched down in Ontario, the worst one in the town I was born in. It missed the Royal Victoria Hospital by a few km’s. The sky turned bottle green… https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1985_Barrie_tornado_outbreak
28 years later……
June 21, 2013
It was my birthday again, first day of summer, and the rain would not stop. First day of summer my ass. I grew up in England and I have never seen rain like this. I was working in Okotoks yesterday and went to look down the street, and this was what I saw before all the sirens started…
I remember thinking, “God, there must be a lot of sinners in this town”
So I moved my birthday party from the next night to this night so hopefully if we were ordered to stay home we could stay in and PARTY! It might’ve been a flood/state of emergency/ but for some reason it seemed important to remain in high spirits. I’m normally an exceptionally empathetic person but considering in this case there was absolutely nothing i could do i felt inclined to mentally check out…
But something… or someone wouldn’t let me.
My friend Megan came to my party, the only girlfriend of mine to show up and thank god she did, ’cause as much as i love my guys, a girl just needs her girls once in a while.
Amidst the conversation i heard Megan the word “oxy’s” and the name “Mitch,” and the hair crept up on the back of my neck. Instantly my face shot up and I asked Meg what his last name was, when she said Chambers, my heart sunk.
There was no way, my friend, my beautiful girlfriend with the same scar from the same attack who lived in Edmonton the same time i did, knew Mitch.
Not only did she know him, she was one of his best friends. All and I mean ALL of my guy friends worked for HER DAD at his weeping tile business!!! There are only so many coincidences that can occur before one starts to question the true motive of the events.
Mitch and I had gone to high school together, we hung out in the same circles in Jr. High and he dated one of the most beautiful and sweet girls I have ever met (her name was Tracy 🙂 )
Mitch was murdered on December 7, 2008
And now I’ve met Megan…
Why hadn’t we met before? Why at this crucial time have we been brought together? Something, or someone wanted us to meet. For the first time I not only feel less alone but I feel like I have a purpose, even if I’m not sure what it is yet. Whoever, whatever you are that’s helping me, thank you, thank you so much, I can only hope there’s access to blogs in heaven