Who has had something they couldn't explain happen

[Cantwaittoarrive]

My example is as follows:

A few years after my wife and I married we were having a heated argument. My wife and I rarely ever argue but this was a real barn burner, the kind you have when you have only been married a few years and still trying to figure out how to communicate constuctively with each other. Right in the middle of the argument, even though all of the doors and windows were closed we both felt a gust of wind and right between us appeared out of thin air (inside the house) a scrap of paper. On the paper was a poem and the name of the poem was "A Prayer for Peace in the Family". This is not a piece of paper or poem that we had sitting around, this is a poem neither of us had ever seen before. I'm someone that has always believed in mystic / spiritual thing, my wife however is a skeptic about everything but this blew us both away. We saved the poem and framed it. We now refer to it anytime one is feeling the other doesn't understand what the other is saying. It's been a wonderful and I believe a God delivered message that has enhanced our marriage through the years

[OldDave]

Wow, that's quite a story. I had an experience in college that shook me just as much, but I don't feel comfortable sharing it. So I do understand the feeling you must have had.

About the only other thing I can offer is that my waist disappeared and no matter how hard I look, I cannot find it. It must be with my feet somewhere.

[2BNTV]

Is this the one your refering to?

Prayer for Peace in the Family (http://www.prayerflowers.com/prayergarden/index.php?topic=137.0)

BTW - Divine intervention comes to my mind.

[Uptown Girl]

My example is as follows:

A few years after my wife and I married we were having a heated argument. My wife and I rarely ever argue but this was a real barn burner, the kind you have when you have only been married a few years and still trying to figure out how to communicate constuctively with each other. Right in the middle of the argument, even though all of the doors and windows were closed we both felt a gust of wind and right between us appeared out of thin air (inside the house) a scrap of paper. On the paper was a poem and the name of the poem was "A Prayer for Peace in the Family". This is not a piece of paper or poem that we had sitting around, this is a poem neither of us had ever seen before. I'm someone that has always believed in mystic / spiritual thing, my wife however is a skeptic about everything but this blew us both away. We saved the poem and framed it. We now refer to it anytime one is feeling the other doesn't understand what the other is saying. It's been a wonderful and I believe a God delivered message that has enhanced our marriage through the years

Very cool story. Thanks for sharing!
Here's one...
Many years ago I was a brand new apprentice barber, struggling to manage my pennies while just beginning my career. I was apprenticed at the time to a barber who was a 9 time international champion in hair competition. He owned a string of upscale salons, so I was determined to put my best foot forward, in all regards.
My best piece of jewelry was a ring that an artist friend forged for me from old gold that had belonged to my beloved family. It was very important to me and probably the finest thing I owned at that time.

One day at work, I placed it in my drawer while I was working with chemicals. Afterward, I had just enough time to scoot out of the shop for a bowl of soup.... my meal of the day.... and forgot my ring.
Upon return, I discovered my ring was gone. My heart sank as I looked everywhere for it. My boss felt bad, seeing my distress. He said he saw me put the ring in my drawer, and offered his apologies.
He explained that a homeless person had come in and was dawdling about my station. Once he realized that, he gave the guy a few bucks and the fellow left.

My heart sank deeper. I could never replace it or afford to have another made. There was nothing to do, no way to fix things.

I , slowly, decided in my heart that the guy (who MUST have taken it, right?) probably needed it more than me.
When I eventually said that out loud, I relaxed and felt a definite SHIFT in my emotions. I felt at peace with it.... the distress I had felt so deeply was gone.

It was then my boss asked me to check the pockets of my blazer. Silly.... as
my blazer was new (for the job!) and the pockets were still sewn shut.
Couldn't get my fingers in, but felt a lump in the bottom of the left pocket.

We actually had to cut the sewn pocket open... and to everyone's amazement, the ring was at the bottom of my pocket.
I felt strange for days...... like maybe I had 'passed' an important test that was presented to me. It also made me feel "watched over" in my meager, simple beginnings. Pretty amazing to me, even now.

It affected everyone in the shop that day.... so if it was an ethereal happening, it was meant for all of us there to contemplate.

[Mikeod]

My folks liked to take their dog to a dog beach in CA and let her run around. After my dad died, my mom sometimes had difficulty doing things alone that she used to do with dad. One day she was trying to decide whether to take the dog to the beach or not. She went into the closet to get something from the shelf. When she did, a quarter fell out of the closet onto the floor. It was what she needed for the parking meters at the beach. She still thinks it was dad telling her what to do.

[Trish Crocker]

When I was part of the youth ministry at my church we took a large group of teens to Cedar Pointe (2 hour ride). We were in a caravan of three vehicles. On the way home, we missed the turnpike and instead found ourselves on a 2 lane highway, which would still get us home. I looked into my rear view mirror and noticed that my friends headlights were getting dim. We pulled off the road, right next to a pay phone and her car died. It was about midnight and we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked across the street and there was a service garage (closed, of course) but I noticed lights on in what looked to be an apartment above the garage. There was a phone number painted on the side of the building. We called the number, it turned out to be the garage owner who lived above the garage..he met us in the service bay and discovered that he had one alternator on hand..and it fit my friends car. The thing that struck me was the thought that if we had stopped 2 minutes before or two minutes later, or if we had gotten on the turnpike we could have had major problems.

[pooh]

Something unique that happened, both Mike and I experienced. Our dear golden retriever, Max, had just passed away and we were deeply saddened. One morning, quite early, Mike and I were both lying in bed, awake, but not talking much, thinking of our doggie, Max. Each night Max would sleep on the floor on my side of the bed and each morning he would wake us as he scratched at his neck....it was a morning thing he did each day. As he scratched, the tags on his collar would go clink, clink, clink and the handles on my dresser drawer would also start banging against the drawer front. Well, that morning we laid there and suddenly, there was that familiar clink, clink, clink and the bang, bang, bang. Both of us sat bolt upright in bed then looked over the side to see if Max was there! It was quiet, no wind, no earthquake, no sonic boom....just that clink, clink, clink, bang, bang, bang. We both looked at each other, laughed and it was the very last time we cried for our sweet pooch. He was still with us and let us know.... ;)

[sjdjmd]

I once had a co-worker who was ultra, ultra conservative, never wearing jewelry of any kind, etc. One night I dreamed I ran into her, and she was wearing the most beautiful diamond earrings (which shocked me). The next day when I saw my co-worker, I laughed and said I had dreamed about her. I told her about seeing her wearing these beautiful diamond earrings. She just stood there looking at me and said that all the time she was growing up her grandma wore diamond earrings...and always told her the earrings would go to her. However, my friend said when her grandma died, an aunt took the earrings. I just looked at my co-worker and said I thought Grandma was telling her to get those diamond earrings!

[Cantwaittoarrive]

Is this the one your refering to?

Prayer for Peace in the Family (http://www.prayerflowers.com/prayergarden/index.php?topic=137.0)

BTW - Divine intervention comes to my mind.

Not the same one but a very nice prayer. I agree I've always looked at it as devine intervention

[Cantwaittoarrive]

When I was part of the youth ministry at my church we took a large group of teens to Cedar Pointe (2 hour ride). We were in a caravan of three vehicles. On the way home, we missed the turnpike and instead found ourselves on a 2 lane highway, which would still get us home. I looked into my rear view mirror and noticed that my friends headlights were getting dim. We pulled off the road, right next to a pay phone and her car died. It was about midnight and we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked across the street and there was a service garage (closed, of course) but I noticed lights on in what looked to be an apartment above the garage. There was a phone number painted on the side of the building. We called the number, it turned out to be the garage owner who lived above the garage..he met us in the service bay and discovered that he had one alternator on hand..and it fit my friends car. The thing that struck me was the thought that if we had stopped 2 minutes before or two minutes later, or if we had gotten on the turnpike we could have had major problems.

It's amazing how things in life many times just seem to work out. If you think about the times one or two min or even seconds. may have been the difference between being in an accident or being home for a phone call that ended up altering the course of your life. Once again I believe in Devine intervention, I don't think thing happen without a reason behind why they happen

[Cantwaittoarrive]

Something unique that happened, both Mike and I experienced. Our dear golden retriever, Max, had just passed away and we were deeply saddened. One morning, quite early, Mike and I were both lying in bed, awake, but not talking much, thinking of our doggie, Max. Each night Max would sleep on the floor on my side of the bed and each morning he would wake us as he scratched at his neck....it was a morning thing he did each day. As he scratched, the tags on his collar would go clink, clink, clink and the handles on my dresser drawer would also start banging against the drawer front. Well, that morning we laid there and suddenly, there was that familiar clink, clink, clink and the bang, bang, bang. Both of us sat bolt upright in bed then looked over the side to see if Max was there! It was quiet, no wind, no earthquake, no sonic boom....just that clink, clink, clink, bang, bang, bang. We both looked at each other, laughed and it was the very last time we cried for our sweet pooch. He was still with us and let us know.... ;)
I also had a beloved dog named Max. In my case Max was a 200+ pound Mastiff, sweetest dog I have ever had. He would jump in our bed and stake his claim between us and there was no moving that big guy if he didn't want moved. I still think about him almost every day and it's been 8 years since he passed

[Golfer in Sanibel]

My mother, who recently passed, had some clairvoyant episodes. One time my father had won a sales contest and a trip to Portugal. One morning. in Lisbon, she awoke and said to my dad, "I'm going to see Marge today." Marge was her childhood friend she had stayed in touch with via letters but hadn't seen in 20 years and hadn't written in about a year.. Mom and Dad went to breakfast and did a little touring. They came back to the hotel for lunch and just as they sat down Marge walked into the hotel restaurant. Neither knew the other was going to be in Europe let alone in the same hotel restaurant in the same city. We couldn't explain that one.

When I sold my home in Ohio in June of this year I had agreed on the terms but didn't get the signed contract until the next day. Upon receiving the contract, I called Mom to tell her and she said, "I Know. I have been waiting for a whole day for you to call. Why haven't you called?".

Mom was so special in so many ways but I never could explain some of them.

[Cantwaittoarrive]

My mother, who recently passed, had some clairvoyant episodes. One time my father had won a sales contest and a trip to Portugal. One morning. in Lisbon, she awoke and said to my dad, "I'm going to see Marge today." Marge was her childhood friend she had stayed in touch with via letters but hadn't seen in 20 years and hadn't written in about a year.. Mom and Dad went to breakfast and did a little touring. They came back to the hotel for lunch and just as they sat down Marge walked into the hotel restaurant. Neither knew the other was going to be in Europe let alone in the same hotel restaurant in the same city. We couldn't explain that one.

When I sold my home in Ohio in June of this year I had agreed on the terms but didn't get the signed contract until the next day. Upon receiving the contract, I called Mom to tell her and she said, "I Know. I have been waiting for a whole day for you to call. Why haven't you called?".

Mom was so special in so many ways but I never could explain some of them.
Moms are special. My Mom always seem to know when I was up to no good and she wasn't clairvoyant. I can imagine you really had a tough time putting one over when you were young.

[Taltarzac725]

While in high school (Class of 1976) I attended art class and did a drawing of an elf like blonde female model whose picture I found in some magazine. I was picked to do an art display of my work by my art teacher at Wooster High School in Reno, Nevada. My English teacher had lost a red headed daughter that year to a terrible conspiracy to collect on a life insurance policy on a casino employee. She had picked me and another English student John to receive a small scholarship in the name of her dead murdered daughter Michelle Mitchell.

She had seen my art show after coming back from the months' long hiatus she took of grieving for her daughter who had been murdered on my birthday of February 24 in 1976.

She had mentioned that she would like to see the rest of my art work. I took this collected art work to her home in northern Reno and while we thumbed through it she said that the drawing I did of the blonde elf model reminded her of Michelle. So, I gave her the chalk drawing.

I got two BAs in Philosophy and History (80, 81) at the University of Nevada, Reno and of course often thought of Mrs. Mitchell, my art show, and Wooster High as I would sometimes run into students from my high school now attending college or just around town.

I got a MA in Librarianship from the University of Denver in 1984. I had wanted to do something for victims of violent crimes by improving the quality and quantity of materials accessible in libraries to help them work through the legal system as well as with dealing with everyday life. I had been drawn to the University of Denver by a Law Librarian whose work was trying to make the law more accessible to lay people. The man's name was Al Coco.

Anyway, I got a job in Belmont, CA in 1984 working for Information Access Company (IAC) which placed me close to relatives in Northern California and I thought fit in with my career goals. There I noticed a married blonde woman whose appearance was very close to the picture I drew of elfish model. I was attracted to another blonde woman at IAC Sandy but never got past the talking stage into a date with her.

I decided to go to law school at the University of Minnesota Law School in 1986. (Class of 1989) There in my Civil Procedure Class my First Year of Law School was another spitting image of this elfish looking blonde model I had drawn in high school. The Law Student's name was Mary Jane. I could not take my eyes off her. I asked her out in my very clumsy way but was gently turned down. We had a lot of classes together and also were both Student Directors in Legal Assistance to Minnesota Prisoners.

I went to a Law Librarian convention in San Francisco around 1992 after losing my contract as a law library assistant (cannot remember my exact job title) at the University of Minnesota. I had pushed too hard about being honest with my desire to do something about a niche I saw in materials for victims of violent crimes in libraries. The University of Minnesota Law Library was a huge library but had almost nothing at the time that would help survivors of crimes deal with the legal system. They also played unfairly and met my criticisms of the library's shortcomings for information of victims of violent crime by saying that I needed mental health counseling. Which I thought was just a dirty trick. Many of which I heard about while in law school. Mental health labels can be abused as a weapon as can almost anything else if you have the power to abuse this.

My supervisor Suzanne (who had also been in the same graduating Law School Class as I 1989) from the U of MN Law Library was at the Law Library convention in San Francisco. So was the married blonde woman from IAC who still worked in Belmont, CA in marketing of IAC's products. One of which was the Legal Resource Index (or something like that). They sold Legal Resource Index to law libraries.

Suzanne took one look at this blonde woman from IAC and asked her "What are you doing here?" She mistook her for the woman Mary Jane (U of MN Law School, Class of 1989) I would often stare at while in law school who reminded me so much of that chalk drawing I did in high school. Many students and professors noticed how I would lose myself in looking at Mary Jane. Mary Jane had always been very friendly towards me and never complained about my interest in her.

I continued my fight for improving materials for survivors of crimes accessible in libraries throughout the 1990s and well into the 2000s and had many successes and many failures. I was nominated for many Marquis Who's Who volumes from 1992 through 2002. Most of this fight though came from the direction my life had been given by my experiences with Michelle Mitchell's mother and that chalk drawing I had done of the elfish blonde woman from some magazine sometime in 1976.

[John_W]

My best friend in the Army was another air traffic controller like myself. When we both got out of the service in 1972 we were both hired by the FAA. My friend was hired at Tampa Int'l and I was hired at St. Pete-Clearwater Airport. Soon after arriving he was transferred to Chattanooga. I stayed at St. Pete for about 4 years and then was transferred to Pensacola in 1977, so we had been out of touch with each other since about 1973.

In 1978 after I was in Pensacola for a year I decided to put my home on the market so I could custom build a home. I wasn't in a hurry, so I listed it by owner. The next morning I received a call from a prospective buyer to look at my home. A half hour later the doorbell rang and it was my friend and his wife. He had been transferred to Pensacola and was in town on a house hunting trip. I had not heard from him in 4 years and had no idea he was leaving Chattanooga and was coming to Pensacola and he had no idea I had ever left St. Petersburg, much less that this was my home.

After we sat and talked awhile, he said they had an appointment with a realtor and had to leave. 15 minutes later he called to say they've decided to buy our home, which they did.



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[Cantwaittoarrive]

My best friend in the Army was another air traffic controller like myself. When we both got out of the service in 1972 we were both hired by the FAA. My friend was hired at Tampa Int'l and I was hired at St. Pete-Clearwater Airport. Soon after arriving he was transferred to Chattanooga. I stayed at St. Pete for about 4 years and then was transferred to Pensacola in 1977, so we had been out of touch with each other since about 1973.

In 1978 after I was in Pensacola for a year I decided to put my home on the market so I could custom build a home. I wasn't in a hurry, so I listed it by owner. The next morning I received a call from a prospective buyer to look at my home. A half hour later the doorbell rang and it was my friend and his wife. He had been transferred to Pensacola and was in town on a house hunting trip. I had not heard from him in 4 years and had no idea he was leaving Chattanooga and was coming to Pensacola and he had no idea I had ever left St. Petersburg, much less that this was my home.

After we sat and talked awhile, he said they had an appointment with a realtor and had to leave. 15 minutes later he called to say they've decided to buy our home, which they did.



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