Day 255
Sometimes we need to just go with what the universe presents to us. Even though it might seem far-fetched … or not possible … or eerie. Even when it is, pretty much, down right creepy.
Before Tim died I had several friends remind me to “stay open” to signs. For awhile I was open … and they were everywhere. Little reminders of him, of us … it was wonderful … and also kind of creepy. Sometimes things were so coincidental that I really had to believe they were more than just that.
But time and life went forward and life intervened and I grew less open as my awareness and focus were placed on other things. It’s not that I didn’t think that signs were still out there … I was just busy. Life happened and I didn’t take notice.
A few weeks ago my dear pen-pal friend (we have yet to meet but I feel like she is one of my closest friends) was diagnosed with breast cancer … on the heels of her husband’s cancer journey. So, as devastating as her diagnosis was – it was far more for the family. Too much. Too soon. TOO MUCH!
We all want to believe that the mastectomy (possibly a double) will “do the trick” and that her treatment, though aggressive and difficult, will render her clean and clear when it is all done.
BUT … one always wonders and has that negativity nagging even when they want to think positively. All the “what ifs” nag constantly or lie in wait in the back of your mind, ready to pounce on your hopes and dreams when you least expect it. Nagging at you with worst case scenarios when all you want to do is beat all the odds and hope that you are the one with the best results your doctor has ever seen. Nagging you and paralyzing you with fear with the uncertain reality that lies ahead.
And then something happens that makes you think that all will be okay.
Today that something happened.
I was in the shuttle bus after returning my rental car. I was the only one in it and so, started up a conversation with the driver. His accent was really different, so I asked where he was from – and it just so happened he was Sudanese. We chit-chatted, idly, about the weather, what a beautiful day it was, how nice it was that I got my own personal driver …
And as we were sitting there he asked me if I was from Canada. And I said, “No – that I lived in Denver for 33 years and had recently moved back to the Chicago area.” He seemed uninterested.
He then turned to me and said, “You have a good friend in Canada.” And I said, “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” And he looked at me and said in that thick accent, “She be fine.”
I said, “Well, she is going through a difficult health issue right now…” And before I could continue he looked right at me – like he was looking INTO me – and said, “No. SHE BE FINE.”
And he turned around and drove me to the airport without saying another word.
Goose bumps on goose bumps.
I have NO reason not to believe this clairvoyant Sudanese mystery man who was driving a shuttle bus at the Denver airport. And since I can’t come up with ANY explanation about that encounter, I’ll take it as some grand sign and go forward, whole-heartedly believing … SHE BE FINE.