I'm not sure if you could classify this as a strange story or straight-up divine intervention. here goes
first you need to know
My parents divorced when I was 2. My father told me my mother was dead. I was 2 and believed him.
flash forward 30 years
I had 3 sons under the age of 6, 1 high pressure demanding management position with an insurance company, and afull blown case of manic depression. My grandfather had just passed away and my grandmother moved to the cape to be with her daughters.
In a houseful of children, I was alone.
In a last ditch effort to fight off the urge to suicide - I went to the church -
to sit
to think to pray, mostly to cry. I ended up opening the hymnal and started singing the psalms in my head. I don't know how long I sat there, It was somewhere in the 50's on the psalm list when it suddenly occured to me that I needed a hot dog. Not just any old hot dog. It had to come from Frankies. It had to be smothered in mustard, fried onions and chili. I wanted this hot dog in the worst possible way, left the church and got into the car.
I swear to you I was not drinking or doing drugs of any kind - I don't believe in it - I blacked out behind the wheel. When I came to I was parked across the street from the house my grandparents raised me in. Sitting in a lawn chair on a side porch, reading a book, was a very large woman in a red sweater. I said to myself, "what are you doing here? It's just going to upset you. Go get that hot dog"
That's when I heard my grandmother, clear as day, as though she were sitting in the passenger seat.
"go speak to that woman, she can tell you where your mother lives."
To make an already extremely long story a little shorter - she did - within 24 hours I was sitting in the kitchen of a grandmother I had never met.
My mother is wonderful - she has 6 brothers and sisters I had never met - I had 28 first cousins that I didn't know existed til that day.
So, you tell me. Is it just a strange story??? I'm going with divine intervention myself.
