Today’s story is either something
some of you believe in or you don’t
and I will let you come up with your own theory.
I have always believed in something bigger out there
and keeping an open mind
to some strange and unexplained situations
especially when it comes to the unknown
so take it how ever which way
you want to take it
because I have already
drawn my own conclusions.
My sister and Mom were talking on the phone
and because of my Dad’s recent passing
somehow got to discussing
what my Mom thought she should be leaving us
after she departs from this world.
As I walked into my sister’s kitchen
only hearing this one-sided conversation
and my sister telling her it didn’t matter what she planned to leave her,
my sister suddenly turned to me while still chatting with Mom
“Kimmie, does it matter what Mom leaves you when she passes away?”
My response was without hesitation
and something I have always lived by.
“As long as I have a 20 dollar bill in my pocket
when I walk out the door
my life is content,
so leave me 20 bucks and I’ll be just fine!”
Of course I couldn’t leave it at that,
so I had to add that I also wanted her new coffee percolator
that I just bought for her a week ago.
Please don’t judge me,
it’s a really good one 🙂
From there I left the house
and ran out to do a few things.
When I got home,
I walked into my bedroom thinking,
“Good Lord I need to clean this room up!”
Started picking up my shoes
that I have the worst habit of just flinging off my feet
once I get in the door
and leaving them in the exact spot they land
until the next time I need them.
I get through that little mess
and my mangled bed is next.
I fling the comforter off and begin flapping the sheets in the air,
move from one side to the other
taking out any and all wrinkles
than placing the comforter back on top.
As I make my way around
taking the creases and folds out
and about to flip the last corner of my comforter
I look down between my bed and night stand
and there in plain sight
hanging from the chord of my lamp
hangs a crisp and fresh
20 dollar bill!
My very first thought was
I didn’t even know
I was missing 20 bucks
and trust me
if I was missing it,
my room would have been turned upside down
the day before
like the police do when they have a search warrant.
So what do you think?
Coincidence or something greater?
I truly believe my Dad heard what I said
to my sister and Mom
about simply being content
with a 20 in my pocket.
I think it was his way of letting me know
that he was always going to watch over me.
Some may think it was just some type of luck
and others like myself
may believe in a much higher power,
so as I said,
I will let you come to your own conclusions
however this is what truly happened
(that’s why I had to take a picture)
and although it kind of freaked me out at first,
I can honestly say
that as I am about to head out the door,
feeling very content
I am extremely confident
my Dad will hear me say,
“Thanks for the 20 father!
Guess I can afford
my own percolator now!”
Make it a great day and God bless!