Day 15 – Saying YES to Connected Souls

14 years ago I was sitting in my office working and over the period of several minutes my body naturally folded into itself. I hunched over in my chair and felt an extreme uneasiness. Tears started to flow and all I could think about was that I needed a hug but I had no idea why. It was the most bizarre experience for my body to have done that all on its own without any conscious thought.

Then I was interrupted by a phone call. It was a nurse in from the emergency room and she told me that my mother had been in an accident and rushed to the hospital by ambulance. I was in shock and could barely speak a word. She asked if I could get to the hospital and I said I would. As afraid as I was to ask I called back to find out what happened and how bad was it but the nurse would not give me any information.

When I hung up the phone I could barely think. I was shaking. I realized what had happened to my body in the past 45 minutes. I sensed something…

I called my Dad and a friend and then somehow I found the strength to get in the car. It was rush hour and the traffic was crazy. I prayed to get there quickly and wished I could lift up out of the traffic and fly.

I called a friend to tell her what happened and she said she saw the accident from her office window. That was surreal.

When I arrived to the room where my mother was resting she looked at me with a big smile and my knees nearly buckled beneath me. But I caught myself from falling because I made myself be strong for my mother who was covered in glass.

The Bellaire officer who was at the scene approached me to tell me what happened.

A tire from a dump truck from the other side of the freeway came loose and flew over the median and crashed through the windshield of my mother’s car. Her car stopped and then it began rolling so another drive purposely drove his car in such a way so my mother’s car would crash into it and then stop. An angel.

A few days later I went to a meeting and told a few people what happened and one of them told me that her father saw the accident happen. He saw the tire fly over the freeway and prayed it would not hit his car. He was a few cars in front of my mother. I cannot remember if he saw what happened. That was surreal.

A handful of years later a day or two after my grandmother (mom’s mom) passed away I apparently made a turn in my car that I should not have and was stopped by an officer. I told him that I always turned there and he told me that it was an illegal turn. I told him that it must be my grandmother guiding him to me so that he could tell me not to turn there anymore and he just gave me a gentle warning. I looked at his name badge. It was the same officer.

A few months ago I went to court for a ticket and this same officer was there in charge of leading us to our seats and sharing the rules. I told him who I was and he remembered the incident well and told me to say hello to my mother.

The moral of the story. We are all CONNECTED!

Wendy