#unexpected miracles

“Hey ma’am,” I said. “How’re you doin’ this mornin’?”

The old woman sat on a bench in the early morning sun.

She was barefooted.

The soles of her feet were calloused and her gnarled toes were bent in many different directions.

She wore a simple sun dress.

Her skinny arms and legs were like the slats on the back of the bench.

Her elbows and knees were wrinkled and knobby like the branches on a tree, maybe like the tree from which the bench was made.

Her hands were calloused like her feet, and her knuckles were like stones in the ground.

Her face was shaped like the moon and her gray hair was pulled back and tied into a pony tail.

Her weathered skin was worn like the leather on a friendly pair of shoes.

Her eyes were as deep as the earth and as brown as soil in a gentle rain.

She was beautiful.

“Hey yourself,” she answered. “I’m doin’ real good. Want to sit here?”

I sat beside her.

She reached out, tenderly ran her thumb across my forehead, and laid her hand on my head.

She leaned over to me and gave me a light kiss on my cheek.

“I’m a guardian angel,” she whispered. “I’m your guardian angel. Here for you as you’re here for others. Here for you.”

A slight breeze blew through the yellow leaves of the maple tree beside us.

We sat silently.

I smiled.

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(I’m going to turn the contents of my day at the mall into a poem for @isolatedphenomenon, because I’ve finally figured out what a happy ending is)

The mall was nice, but there was a lot of people, so I was on edge a lot. I think the worst moment of the entire experience was when I knocked down some video games from a shelf and the guy employee put his hand on my shoulder. I moved away as fast as I could, but my right shoulder still feels like it has a layer of grime on it.

The one thing I really wanted to do (sit and people-watch, write some poetry while she did some sketches, and play ukulele and just talk and relax) didn’t happen, but that’s okay. I had a good time anyway, and she said she had a good time too. She found a jacket that makes her look like the astronaut I always see her as, and I found some hair bows with icing and sprinkles that make me feel confident. Expectations aren’t everything.

And then, as she finally told me it was time to go, the unexpected happened. My favorite Panic! at the Disco song came on, and she started singing. i begged her not to take me home, but she said that she had to. But then: “Wanna go to Barnes & Nobel?” And we spent another half hour perusing through shelves. I can’t think of anything more beautiful than that moment when she agreed that we shouldn’t go home just yet, and that we should spontaneously go to look at books. I was hit hard again by how perfect she is, by how much I love her.

That moment, when I was sure everything was all over, but she reopened the experience all over again, unexpectedly-- that was breathtakingly beautiful.

Then, when we got back into the car, the feeling started creeping in a little, and I began to feel unsettled again, but the pain wasn’t as sharp as it had been before. I didn’t feel so acutely the need to beg her not to take me home, because I felt like I had already been granted a gift, I had already been granted my greatest wish.

And then, unexpected moment #2: She turned onto the Peter J. Biondi Bypass, knowing that it is a very special road for me, because he was a very important man in my life, and told me to watch the sky and the sunset. This was really breathtakingly beautiful. It warmed up my insides, and she sang so sweetly that it took away all the pain in my body. She even sang a silly song at my request that made me laugh.

Then, we passed the road leading to Madie’s house and we started creeping up towards the final turn that would lead to my house. I swallowed and asked, “Can we just, drive past?” Miraculously, she listened and kept going. That was the strawberry icing on the cupcake.

A magnet doesn’t force things to come to it; it simply holds its frequency, and the attraction happens naturally. 🧲✨

When you constantly stress over exactly how your wealth or success will arrive, you create resistance. You are effectively locking the vault. An "unexpected miracle" is just the universe responding to an energy shift you finally allowed yourself to make. It happens the moment you stop micromanaging the universe and simply open the door.

Stop chasing. Start attracting. The vault of infinite abundance is already yours; you just have to turn the dial and let go of the "how."

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