How many times have you found yourself doubting your thoughts, not trusting?  I did that today, and then I began to remember….

I started reflecting today about something that happened about five and half years ago. It was a rainy day in December.  My daughter and her two friends were upstairs getting  ready to hang out at another friends house only a couple blocks down the street. 

I hate to use this story as an example, but this was truly the first time I had a lesson in trusting, trusting your guides and your angels, actually slap me in the face! 

So on this rainy day, as my daughter and her two friends started out the front door.  I actually heard a loud and authorative voice speak at me saying ”Take her keys away from her and give her your keys to the BMW.!”  I thought I was going crazy! I WAS HEARING VOICES. THEY LOCK PEOPLE UP FOR THAT.   And I also knew that my husband was going to KILL ME if anything happened to our car, if she got into a fender bender or blew a tire because she ran over a curb for the 101st time.  But I digress…

 My daughter only had her license for a month, and her dad gave her an old car so she wouldn’t have to drive ours ~ she was allowed to drive a 1984 Honda civic, it barely ran, the tires looked as though they only had one tread left, the inside of the car was completely falling apart.  I mean that literally!  It was beaten, and it definitely would not have passed a “safe car you can drive” award, in fact it would be the winner of the “scariest, most dangerous cars to be in when involved in an accident!” award.  But my husband bought it for her, it was only meant for her to drive to school and back, he was so thrilled to have been able to give her her first car, and she was excited to get one.

To give you an idea of how bad her car was…When I sat in the car and shut the door, pieces of the ceiling would begin falling all over, chunks of the roof and foam would float down, landing in my hair and in my lap.  But what the heck? I thought, as my husband handed her the keys to her first car.  She wasn’t sure, and neither was I, if she should be thankful or upset, but she smiled, gave him a hug and said a sincere thank you to him, she was genuinely thankful for the thought of her step dad getting her a car, what 16 year old doesn’t want a car to drive around in, but then there was the message that the poor decrepit car sent to both of us ~ DANGER DANGER WILL ROBINSON!  LOL

Anyway, it was a rainy day, it was like the second week in December. When I met my daughter and her two friends at the front entrance way of our home to hug her good bye before she drove off to enjoy her new exciting freedom with her two friends, on this particular stormy night. I wanted to tell them to stay home and a rent a movie, anything, just to keep them home.  I remember them talking about driving around to see the Christmas lights in town, so the nastalgic part of me gave in. 

It was about 7:30, maybe 8 pm, and it was dark outside.  As she bounced to the front door, I yelled out for her to wait, I ran out the door, and as I hugged her, I felt a feeling, and I needed to hug her again, and didn’t want to let go, and as I was wrapping my arms around her skinny little torso, I heard the voice, I still believe to this day that it was an angel.  It was an authoritative voice, similar to that voice that my dad (whom had passed away the year before) used when I was to heed his advice, and I couldn’t help but listen.  I told her to hold on, I went into the kitchen grabbed my purse and chased after her in the walkway outside, yelling to her to wait and come back in.  Usually she says something like “I’m OK mom, don’t worry” She didn’t, I saw her turn around, almost like a soldier, she walked up to me, didn’t say a word and looked at me like “What are you doing mom?”  I barely had to dig, it felt like someone was in my purse helping to hand me the keys to my car.  I handed them to her without a second thought and told her “It’s raining you know, so drive slow and be careful!”.  “I will” she said as she smiled, “I’m actually a bit nervous about driving in the dark in the rain, so don’t worry Mom, I’ll be cool”. She was so excited that she actually was being allowed to drive mom’s big black BMW.  She and her friends hopped in the car and off the went!

I went upstairs, looking forward to some quiet time to watch a movie. My husband was downstairs, beginning a hand of poker with about five other friends.  The poker game felt as if it were getting louder and louder, the guys were probably losing money, based on the shrieks of them that sounded like girls being pulled away from big sale at Neiman Marcus…”NO, NO, NO” they cried.  I’d hear pounding of fists on the table, and an occasional naughty remark of one to another commenting on each others skills of playing cards or just comments to throw them off their game.  Because it was getting so loud, I started getting cranky because I couldn’t hear my movie.  So I shut the bedroom door, turned up the TV, and grabbed the cordless phone and laid it next to me. 

It had to have been about 40 minutes after my daughter left the house, the card game was well on its way, based on the amount of open liquor containers on the kitchen counter and the stack of cash placed neetly in the middle of the table. 

The phone rang. I ran upstairs to get the phone, it was my daughters friend.  She was panicked and with a rush of energy exploded the words “We got in an accident, the car is totalled, your daughter is talking with a couple of guys that were in the other car, and we’re waiting for the police and the ambulance.  What do we do?”  I told her to hold on that we would be there in a minute.  Her father was playing cards with my husband, so before I had a chance to run down stairs and tell my husband what had happened, she beat me to it.  She was talking with her dad on his cell phone, and it was fair to say that based on the look on my husbands face….he knew based on the conversation his friend was having with his daughter.  I then called my daughters cell phone, she picked up but sounded really shook up. She told me what happened, about the ambulance through the light and the sirens, the car behind the ambulance who hit her straight on like a “T”, did not have his lights on and was chasing the ambulance.  All my heart and my mouth could muster was “Are you alright?” “Yes,” she paused “a few bruises, my arm hurts, it hit the steering wheel, but “M” was on the passengers side were the car actually hit, she’s pretty sure she’s got whiplash and her arm is hurting her”.  I turned to my husband, and all he could muster to say was, “what’s the  bleeping, f&*%ing  car like?” ”Did she total it?”, “F&*%, F&*%, F&*%!”  He was pissed to say the least!

 I was so thankful that I handed my daughter the keys that nite, that I listened to my angels.  My daughter and her two friends would be dead today, maybe badly injured at best, if they had taken her car and not mine. 

I wanted to be angry at my husband though, for not asking about our daughter, and seeming to appear much more concerned about the car then the child.  But the next day, I realized that he had changed our insurance coverage the day before the accident from full to liability coverage only.  He wasn’t mad at her, he was mad at himself, maybe a bit at me for giving her the keys,,,,he was mad at himself for changing the insurance coverage, without talking it over with me, and the biggest reason - he went against his own angels “voice”. 

You live and you learn I guess! 

I’ve heard that voice a couple of other times since then, and I do exactly as it says!

You should too! I have never believed in Coincidences ~ there just aren’t any,,,every thing happens for a reason!