You need to go home to your husband and your daughter.” Now, I didn’t know this guy from Adam’s house cat ( that’s a southern thang) …so once again, I knew it to be a supernatural experience. The very first thing he said to me was, “What are you doing in a place like this? You don’t belong here. He wasn’t drinking, or smoking (not that that has anything to do with anything, just humor me), and he motioned for me to come over to where he was. I had left home and had been gone for about four months, trying to “find my way”……I was out at this night club in town and was just sitting there when I noticed a black guy over by the door sitting down. I was in a real “funk” and trying to sort out my mess. The second time was when I was separated from my husband at the time.
Of course I ran right in there and made things right. I was sitting there thinking of how mad I was at him and becoming more angry by the minute when at once, it was as if this woman snapped out of her craziness and looked at me and said with complete clarity, “You need to go in there, apologize to your husband and make things right.” I admit, I almost had an accident in my pants. I found a seat next to this little old black woman who was apparently having a great discussion with herself, but making no sense whatsoever.
Something had happened between he and I and I was so mad at him and thought, “I’ll just go in there and sing but I won’t talk to him, I’m mad and I’m going to hang on to it”……As he was finishing setting up the equipment I decided I would go sit out in the entrance way. One day we were scheduled to sing at a large Senior Citizens event. Some of you know that I used to travel full-time, singing Gospel music with my then husband. While contemplating this morning on what to share with you, my readers (all thousands of you) HA – I felt I would share a few of those very experiences. While sharing my story, I felt compelled to share a few “angel encounters” I’ve had over my lifetime. We had communicated and met through our Facebook friends, but this was the first time meeting IRL (in real life). Over dinner, we shared our life stories, the ups and downs, the good and bad. When in Vegas a couple of weeks back, my last day and while waiting for the red-eye back to Chicago, I had the opportunity to meet and have dinner with a Facebook friend.
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