Friday, May 9, 2014

I Thought It Was A Day Off

While in a gift shop in Kennebunk, Maine I over heard a woman who was shopping telling the store owner that tomorrow was the one year anniversary of her Dad's death.  She was looking for the perfect gift to place on the shelf beside his cremains.  I too was browsing through this quaint little shop.  I was wanting to be on vacation and have a "free" day from Spirit.  I 'll admit I was not wanting to get involved with the needs of this mans daughter but it was if she said it four times.  I knew this was her Dad asking for help.  So without speaking to her I closed my eyes and asked him to show me what it was that he wanted her to purchase that would be a reminder of him for her.  Immediately I saw a dragonfly.  On the coast in Alabama where I grew up we would call them "mosquito hawks".  I was not real excited about this symbol because it seemed a bit airy fairy to me.  I hate giving things as evidence when it seems so typical such as the name "John" because chances are most people have a "John".

She moved closer to me and began browsing exactly at the display where I was.  I turned to her and said "What is it that reminds you of your Dad?" She seemed stunned.  I said "When you are going about your daily life and all of a sudden something you see reminds you of him, what is it?"  She said "I don't know, birds maybe."  I leaned over closer and whispered "I'm a Spirit Medium and when I heard you talking of your Dad I closed my eyes and asked what was it that would be perfect for you."  "The symbol I saw was a dragonfly."  She responded with excitement!  It was the first time I saw her smile.  She said "My Dad was a grounds keeper on a small island here in Maine."  The dragonfly is perfect!  I said what is your Dad's name?  She said "Al".  I said I'm hearing the name "Kay".  She said "Casey!"  "That's his dog."  "Dad had to put him to sleep before he died."  I said "Well Casey is with your Dad."  She said "Thank you so much!!"  She went on about her shopping and so did I.

Charlie and I were standing at the cash register paying for our purchases when I noticed a basket of pewter tokens with words written on them.  I picked one up that said "Imagine" turned it over and there was a dragonfly on it.  I asked "How much is this?" The cashier said "Three dollars."  "I said charge it to me please."  I walked over to Al's daughter and said "This is a gift to you."  Her eyes filled with tears.  She placed her arms around my neck and hugged me.  Charlie and I walked out of the store to get into our rental car when I heard a voice directly behind me.  It was the woman.  She followed me out of the store and said "I will never forget you!"  "Can I have your card or something?"  I reached into my wallet and handed her my card.  She turned and walked away.

Charlie and I were continuing with our day driving to New Hampshire.  About thirty minutes after leaving the gift shop we were on the toll road of highway 95 when we drove up to the toll booth.  The woman working inside the booth said, "Sir you wouldn't happen to be a veteran would you?"  Charlie said "Yes I am."  She handed him a note and  said "The car in front of you paid the $3.00 toll for the next veteran." We were stunned!  We couldn't speak from the emotion.  As we drove away from the toll booth we sat in silence not speaking almost holding our breath. We both immediately knew that Spirit had just returned our three dollars to us.

 I bet Al was a veteran!


2 comments:

  1. That's an amazing story. Thank you for sharing it with us. I hope one day, I will have an experience like this lady. I would love to receive a message from my son on Mother's Day.

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  2. Jeanie I love the fact that this is Mother's Day weekend and you are asking for a message from your son. You know what you have to do? You have to ask. Learn to be open and when you do receive a message do not negate it by writing it off to coincidence. That is where we go wrong is by 1. not asking and 2. not being willing to realize that there are no coincidences! Much love, Allyson

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