I was coming home from picking up my son last night, when I stopped at a red light.  The person behind me did not see the light, so she ran right into my car…

This didn’t look good.  Did I mention this car is NEW and I was going very slow?  So I take a breath, make sure my son is ok and get out of the car to check it out.  There is a young woman at the wheel (well, younger than me) and a kid in the back.  And the car is totally full of "stuff".  And I mean stuff in the most general sense of the term.  There’s clothes, food, water bottles…

I bent over her window and I ask:"You didn’t see the red light?".  She just stares at me.  In the meantime, I helpful guy has come out of his car and is checking out the damage. "Good thing you have your hitch on", he says.  "Looks like it took the hit and everything is fine."  I was so relieved!  So I turn to the woman and say: "Everything is fine!".  She’s still staring at me, like a deer caught n headlights.  So I finally look at her and I say: "You’re not ok though.  What’s going on?"  And she burst out crying, telling me how this is the fifth things that goes wrong today, that he has been living in her car and hasn’t taken a shower in three days and it was her son’s birthday yesterday and they spent it in the steaming car…

Wow.  I took another breath, taking all this in.  I could feel her energy just rushing over me, like a giant wave.  "How about if you follow me to my house and you can take a shower?"  She looked at me.  "Can I do that?".  Well, I don’t blame her for being surprised.  It’s a weird offer.  But it seemed like the most urgent thing to take care of…

So she followed me to my house.  Took a shower while my son showed her son all his toys.  The kids hit it off right away with the trains and the water guns.  When she emerged from her shower, she looked changed already.  It’s like a weight had been lifted from her shoulder just from the simple act of letting water run over her.  I cooked dinner for all of us.  Which, in itself, is miracle as I NEVER cook.  My hubby does all the cooking.  So I had to scramble to put something together.  "Do you like spaghetti, Sean?", I asked the kid.  He said yes. 

She left a couple of hours later with two bags of food, all the cash I had in my purse, a toy car for her son and a free healing session to help with her panic attacks.  I also gave her a map of Portland (she had just driven from California and was stranded, waiting for a place in a shelter). 

The thing that strikes me is that I never questioned any of this.  I just went along with it, one step at a time.  Now, I’m not the kind of person to help strangers off the street.  I grew up in Montreal and the East Coast mentality is deeply ingrained in me.  You don’t smile, you don’t talk and you don’t help strangers.   

But as I reach deeper and deeper within to be a tool in the hands of the Divine, I see these amazing shifts happen that cannot be explained any other way than by my acknowledging that my wish is being granted.  When I am the handiest tool around, the Divine uses me in what ever way is appropriate.

Not only did it feel good to help this women and her son.  It also felt good to realize how blessed I am.  And as I saw her angels around her (she had 2), I saw she was blessed too.  They were taking care of her, even in her resisting them with all her might.  I musta just squeezed through the cracks of her armor so I could provide what was needed for the day. 

Who would have thought that a car accident would be the best thing that could ever happened to both of us!

Intuition