Touched by Angels

 

Last night, as I was driving down the street, a little voice in my head said, “Buy a lottery ticket.” Listen to those voices, I told myself, and pull into the drive-by window lane at a Dari Mart where I know my daughter has bought lottery tickets.

I didn’t know what to ask for or what to order, and the kid at the window didn’t know how to advise me. I said, “I know, it has a Power Ball on it. I’ll take two.” (The second one was for my daughter; hey, we could both win.) 

He left, and when he came back, I offered him my credit card.

“They only take cash,” he said.

"Oh, I only have a dollar. Well later.” I prepared to leave. 

“Wait a minute,” he said and left. When he returned, he handed me two $2.00 tickets.

“You’re giving them to me?!” I exclaimed.

“I paid for them,” he said.

Well, I raved and thanked him. I told him he was an amazing young man and said, it’s strange; I was just thinking of something I had read today about a man standing in line at the bank ahead of a girl with a mason jar half filled with coins.

He said to her, “I thought that needed to be filled.”

She explained that she was short of cash and needed to turn them in now. 

He told the teller to add $50.00 to her account when she arrived at the window.

Within one week, he got a $50.00 tip, exactly what he had paid the girl, and presented a screenshot to prove it.

 “I got a $50.00 tip,” said the young man at the window.

“You did?!” 

 “I bought a new phone with it, as I had broken the other.” 

“Good for you. That’s amazing. Thanks for telling me.” I drove away with a smile and lightness in my heart.

That light heart erased the troubled one I had left home with.
It wasn’t about winning the lottery. I didn’t win, and I did verify it online last night. It was about an exchange with that sweet young man. You can bet I will tip that clerk the next time I see him. Today, I made sure I had a five-dollar bill in my wallet so when I stopped by I wold have change.

A few days ago, on a gray overcast Saturday, Husband Dear and I had breakfast at the Viking Inn in Junction City. The lady waitress said, “It’s going to brighten up today, but it doesn’t matter what the weather is, it’s going to be a good day.” 

Yes, I agreed with her, the weather will do whatever it needs to do. 

"Hey," she said, we live in Oregon, we expect it to rain."

I commented on how good the food looked today, and she said that now, on Saturdays the restaurant will have all women cooks and waitresses. Yea, breakfast at the Inn should be a regular occurrence. And the bright and cheerful lady was right; the sun came out before we left.

Touched by angels.

This afternoon, on the road to the park, I saw a man in an electric wheelchair going about 20 miles an hour down the road. It turned out we were going to the same place, a park. Before he disappeared from my sight, I saw that little dog was sitting at his feet on the chair. 

Soon, he came bounding around the cement walkway surrounding the park with the dog running beside him. And I thought about how elderly people should have pets as they will do for their animals what they won’t do for themselves. I don’t know about that man, but he was giving his dog a fun run.

If you read Jo’s Newsletter, you will see that I am still working on my continued Real Estate continued education course and writing Money Shout Outs. 

As I work through the money info and clear myself, I will Shout Out what I have found. If you taste something exquisite, don’t you want to share it? And I figure that money is a hot spot for most people. Attitudes explode around it. So, I guess it’s our attitudes that we need to work on.

And if you’re afraid that an abundance of money will make you a selfish blowhard like some of the people who stay at the Plaza in New York and behave like spoiled brats. Some jerk the butlers around, cry over spilled blueberries, want condoms delivered to their room, and live lobsters in their bath. These people give rich people a bad name. You won’t become like them unless you are a selfish blowhard already. And I know you aren’t—those people don’t read my blog.

Be of service, share what you know, up your attitude, and you will have a happy life. 

Challenges, previously called problems, will come. They are thrown in your path to help you grow. And think of it this way: don’t you feel great when you have taken on a challenge and handled it with aplomb?

 (The tears? Oh, they were part of the process—you didn’t think it was all sweetness and light, did you?)

 

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On an Edge or On Edge?

Holy Moly

This is more to my liking.

Both of these pictures are of Singapore.

When I Googled Singapore I found the top photo, the pool on the edge. It reminded me of a documentary my husband and I watched only last night. The was an expertly photographed and put together film titled Buried: the 1982 Alpine Meadows Avalanche.

The Avalanche occurred at Lake Tahoe in 1982 when a storm roared in and dropped 90 inches of snow in 24 hours causing three Avalanche areas to join together forming one horrendous Avalanche beyond the ability of the Avalanche patrol to contain.

Who hasn’t heard of Lake Tahoe? It is touted as a fun place, A party waiting to happen. I did not know that it was situated at the bottom of a bowl with Avalanche prone mountains encircling it. I felt that same horror when I saw that swimming pool hanging out over a city in Singapore.

From that Avalanche film I learned that the ski patrol keeps the Avalanches at bay by skiing up to the Avalanche prone areas and throwing dynamite at them. Normally the blast stabilizes the area, but not when a killer storm arrives and links three such areas together.

I could see a parallel with those and our times now. 

Back to Singapore. Somehow my blog hit there, and for a couple of weeks I had a hardy readership, then it tanked. I knew little of Singapore, thus the google, prompted by the pond pictures that popped on my screen from Bing.

I see that Singapore is incredibly beautiful.

Singapore ranks highly in key social indicators: education, healthcare, quality of life, personal safety, infrastructure, and housing, with a home-ownership rate of 88 percent. Singaporeans enjoy one of the longest life expectancies, fastest Internet connection speeds, lowest infant mortality rates, and lowest levels of corruption in the world.

Wow.

I have mostly tried to keep positive on my blog, for I think the world has enough negativity without me pointing out more. However, I have been disenchanted of late.

Chiropractor to the rescue. He called today to say he had a cancellation at 12 noon. I could have it.

On my way to have my back adjusted, I had an attitude adjustment. I had popped a tape into the car player. See, sometimes we get stuck and need a little kick to get out of our funk/ worry/concerns. It is so easy to play the ain’t it awful game. What is happening to people? Why are we so discontented, why do we mistrust most everything, the law, the laws, the government, politics, politicians, the pharmaceutical companies. We have been lied to. We have been manipulated. But our attitudes are compounding the problem. We are allowing our light to dim. We are griping. While we think our complaints are letting off steam, it leaves us feeling bad. That isn’t who we are. We are divine creatures, and deep down we know we are good, and want good for our fellow human beings. We want to be connected to Source. Some are antithesis of that, but let them have their skirmishes in the parking lot and leave us out of it. Let your light shine.

Way back in my youth, I saw a TV commercial. Commercial? It was more like just a cinematic spot.  It was an animated line drawing of a couple. She was throwing all sorts of exclamations toward him via talk bubbles. Yet back from him, from his mouth slowly drifting through the space between them came flowers.

Lovingly, she crawled into his lap.

 The “cartoon” ended.