When my boss's wife was pregnant the couple decided not to know the gender of the child. A month or so before it was due, the child announced itself to me while I napped in my car during a lunch break.
He appeared like I was looking at movie, announced who he was, that he liked to go fishing, and he would arrive when when he arrived. I told my boss and he laughed.
The happy couple had a baby boy, who arrived two weeks late, and who is now an avid fisherman.
Recently I had a dream about a former boss. No animosity toward him but once he sold the clinic we lost contact. Then I dreamed of him in rather dark brick room with many boxes packed and ready to go.
"Going somewhere?" I asked.
He smiled and said. "I'm ready to move on. It's time to go."
"Where you going?" I had to know.
He shrugged. "Don't really know. I just know it's time to move on."
And wouldn't you know I met the man just the other day. I told him of my dream. He was rather alarmed thinking dream was a warning of death.
"No, I felt no sadness, just acceptance," I said. I don't think you are going to die but whatever baggage you've been holding on to you are now ready to let go. And in my dream you were ready to move on."
We spoke a few more minutes and left with hugs.
I've had numerous wondrous incidents in my life but this one will always be with me.
I was going to work, rolling along on interstate 26, listening to the motor of my Neon as it climbed a hill. Out of no where a voice told me, very calmly, to get in the other lane. Startled, I obeyed. Just as I came over the hill, I saw a semi truck parked in the emergency. The driver had climbed on the front bumper to get the hood open. He slipped and fell, rolling out onto the interstate.
If I had been in that lane I would have killed the man.
