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Your heart is My Home

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The night is always the hardest
Shooting stars stealing wishes
As the midnight sun shines
It’s when you’re furthest away
But closest to my heart
Holding onto a dream
Being apart with just a memory
Taking the path less travelled by
To pave this broken road smooth
It’s your song that makes me sing
And your smile that takes me home

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Angels or Good Timing?

December5

Light From heaven

Throughout our lives there have been times that we have sat back and said “what if”.

What If I..

..didn’t hit the snooze for the second time.

..ironed my shirt the night before.

..used the drive-in at Dunkin instead.

..took Main Street instead of taking the right on Elm.

You get where I’m coming from. We all have beenĀ  a part of a scene where either an accident, truck over-turning or the person in front of you gets splashed by a puddle – or any number of ‘bad’ experiences has occurred right before your eyes. That’s when we think of those ‘what if’ times.

On the opposite side of the coin, we can see that because of those times we were spared from being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Think about it. Is it good timing or angels?

What if I..

..didn’t get stuck behind that school bus that stopped every 37 feet to pick up one child at a time.

..missed the express train.

Again, you get where I’m coming from. It sometimes feels as if there is a driving force of where you should be or where you shouldn’t be at any given moment. Of course we have choices, mostly A or B, but not always. A lot of times it’s cut and dry.

I myself narrowly escaped a very bad situation on Friday night. It was approaching midnight and the need to walk my dog before bed was at hand. At 9 minutes of, I was feeling sleepy on the couch and since my pooch was out cold on the chair across from me, I knew I had time to snooze a bit and then take him in a short while. Not to sound lazy but 4 out 5 nights I would have agreed and meandered up off the couch 20 minutes later to let the good boy do his business. Not that night. I felt the urge to take him out right then and there. To get it over with and settle in. So I did.

20 minutes later I was in a whirlwind of ‘What Ifs’. You see, as I got into bed, a large crash could be heard and felt outside my home. At first I had no idea what it was. I was soon to find out. A car had sped up my road at a very high rate of speed and was unable to take a turn that my house sits on. And when I say was unable to take, I simply mean they made no attempt whatsoever. No braking. No skidding of tires. Simply driving straight towards my lawn and rocketing the vehicle into the air over twenty feet only coming to a stop atop of my parked minivan. What was amazing, was the rocket-car simply backed up off the wreckage and drove away – Hit N Run. Unfortunately for them their bumper broke free from their vehicle as they turned around after finding themselves facing the wrong direction on a dead end road.

Was it an angel or simply good timing that I walked my dog 20 minutes before hand? When on almost any other night I would have been in the same vicinity of all the flying debris and crashing metal.

Was it an angel or good timing that my dog was relieving himself under the same tree 11 minutes before a vehicle spun bent metal into it tearing off its bark?

As for the driver of the vehicle that slammed into mine – they had an angel. You see, the path that the car took to reach the side of mine was the only clearing available. One foot to the left and that car is sheered off by a tree trunk. One foot to the right and the car is wrapped around a telephone pole. And if my minivan is not in the driveway – which on a Friday night is the norm – his vehicle’s path is stopped abruptly by a stone front porch and concrete foundation.

Hit and Run Accident

I’m not going to say I’m superstitious or that I believe in hokey pokey nonsense but in light of the events of late Friday night I think there may be at least some type of inner sixth sense that makes all those times in our lives look like coincidence. Because I know I have angels in my corner everyday of my life. Some I have known for more years than I can remember and others I have just met. But each one of them holds my best interest as I do theirs. My angels are my friends and family and they mean more to me than any wrecked car or missed evening out.

This is just a day in the life we all have to live. We all have ups and downs. It’s what we do with them that makes us who we are. And it doesn’t matter how often you get knocked down as long as you get up one more time than not.

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