As many of you know, I have been on a spiritual journey since the death of my mom which resulted in the appearance of dragonflies everywhere to a point that it was no longer a coincidence . . . but a sign of some sort. If you’ve not read this blog about my mom and dragonflies, I’ve included a link here.
I have never been a regular patron of the church but have always believed there is a God. I know that many people who read my blog go to church regularly and I admire them greatly. Over the years I have tried different churches and have not yet found one I can call home. For me, that is okay, because I believe in God and personally feel that’s all that matters.
Okay, I am sure many of you are wondering where this blog is going and I will get to that shortly . . .
Since the death of my mom, I have been reading numerous books about Angels. One book is Chicken Soup for the Soul: Angels Among Us . This book gives uplifting stories about peoples’ encounters with Angels . . . hence the reason for this blog.
Over 20 years ago, I was finishing up my Bachelor’s Degree in Marketing and my final class was a Capstone Course where I had to write a marketing plan for a business. At the time, my imaginary business was an online tea company, (this was at a time when the internet was in its infancy).
I was going to night school while working a full time job during the day. This was also before Dave and I had kids and we lived in a quaint, small two bedroom home in Nashua.
A few days before my final class, I was leaving to go to work. After starting my car, I noticed a huge spider sitting behind the glass on the gas gauge. I am not a fan of spiders, so was very happy that the glass separated me from him (or her). I started to tap the glass so the spider would get off the gas gauge, when he finally moved . . . the gas gauge stayed stuck on “Empty”.
At the time, I believed there was plenty of gas in the car (or so I thought).
Thursday night finally arrives and I am happily driving home from my final class when the car starts to splutter and die on Route 3 South. The time is 9:00 pm at night. For any of you familiar with this road, it is a four lane highway with a grassy middle separating the North and South lanes. As I sat in total darkness on the side of the highway, I notice that there were no houses on my right where I am parked. However, in the distance on the left, I can see lights . . . which means crossing all four lanes including the grassy medium in the middle to get to them.
For many of you wondering, I did not have a cell phone then since they were just coming out on the market. I was dressed business casual with flats on my feet. I locked all the doors and prayed that everything would be okay. As soon as there were no cars coming in either direction, I took a leap of faith and darted across the highway like a chicken with its head cut off. I then encountered a chain link fence separating the houses from the highway. Luckily, I was in great physical shape at the time from jogging on a daily basis so I easily climbed the fence and ran to the first house I saw.
The backside of the house was facing the highway, so I ran around to the front and knocked on the door. A middle age woman answered the door and I breathlessly explain that my car had died on the highway and could I please use her phone to call my husband. She agreed. I called Dave and explained what had happened and could he come pick me up. He then asked for the address. So I turned to the woman and asked where she lived. She replied, “9 Hillcrest Avenue in Merrimack”. I was dumbfounded . . . because we lived at 9 Hillcrest Avenue in Nashua!
Was this an answer to a prayer or a coincidence . . . you decide.
As always, thank you for reading my blog. If you’ve had something similar happen to you, I would love to hear about it.