It’s my opinion that we sometimes “hear” angels without hearing them. I’m convinced that last week, my guardian angel saved someone else’s life.
But first, an example. About thirteen years ago, I was home alone with Kiddo1 while my Patient Husband was on yet another trip for work. That night I made ravioli, but when it came time to dump the water from the pot, I reached for a slotted spoon and fished the ravioli out. No reason why. I never did that, but that night I did. We ate dinner, and an hour later, when I picked the pot up off the stove to carry it to the sink, both handles gave out and the water poured all over me. I was soaked from mid-thighs down…but soaked with room-temperature water, not boiling water. The pot went into the trash, I got changed, and no harm done. I never “heard” my guardian angel warn me, but I figure he must have.
Last week, we have me merging onto the highway, which was moving pretty well. Granted, the car in the right lane was toddling along at a modest 50mph, but the other two lanes were moving, and although it’s a very curvy part of the highway, there was plenty of room to merge.
When I use this entrance, I almost always merge into the center lane as soon as possible. I’ve done this upwards of a hundred times, and the only times I haven’t moved left were when I couldn’t. Except for last Tuesday, when I didn’t. I stayed in lane behind Mr. 50 MPH and felt this was the right place to be, a comfortable place.
Fifteen seconds later, a motorcycle shot out of nowhere and blew through the lane I would have merged into. I hadn’t seen this guy at all, nor at that speed do I think I could have because he must have been doing ninety to a hundred miles per hour. I’m basing that on how quickly he was passing the cars in the other two lanes, weaving through traffic and swinging from lane to lane, and then disappearing around a bend in the roadway.
Right after he passed, it felt okay to merge now.
Instinct? Gavin DeBecker would call it that. I think I was warned. Regardless, I’m glad.