My guardian angel must love me to death! What other explanation could there be for my life-saver protecting me from harm and loss (due to my carelessness). Either that or I think I may have been a cat in a former life. Why? Because it seems I've got nine lives and more to spare! And just so you know, I loathe cats! Sorry feline lovers, but I just can't stand them. Don't hate me. Still confused? Read on:
A few years ago I worked downtown for a law firm. One rainy morning, I parked my car in a parking lot adjacent to the builiding. I was running late for work (sheddup) and hastily made a mad dash in the rain to the building. Come lunch time, I tear my office apart looking for my keys. On the verge of tears, I walk to my car hoping that the keys are inside. Uh, no, they're not inside, they're outside, on the door, in the key hole. WTF??? Now, tell me that's not divine intervention. I basically left my car up for grabs to anyone who spotted my car and the keys.
Another time I was having Sunday Funday at a local pub with the Three Musketeers (http://yvonne-writingmylifeaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/dolce-vita.html) when we decided to leave that establishment for another location. Off we went, when I realized my keys were not in my purse. Frantically, I call the previous venue where we had been and the bartender told me that he indeed, had my keys. Relief!
Just last week, I went to the deli in our building, I had my wallet in one hand and my phone in the other. When it was time to pick up my order, I placed both wallet and phone on the ledge. But only picked up my wallet and whisked off back to the office. Luckily, the owner of the deli, knows me and called the office to tell me I had forgotten something.
And today, today I left for lunch. My mind was a million miles away going a thousand miles an hour. I stepped into the elevator, caught a glimpse of my hair in the mirrors and decided to try and fix it. I placed my phone down, again on the small ledge, and walked out when the elevator doors opened. My phone stayed behind. An hour later, while driving back to work, I realize my "faithful companion" aka "the phone", was nowhere to be found. Panic set in and I began praying. "Please God, let me find my phone!" When I got inside the building, I went straight to the security guard's desk and asked him if anyone had turned in a phone. I told him of my pathetic story and he just smiled at me. I know my story was kind of funny, in a sick kind of way, but smiling at me only made me feel worse. And then, he looked down at his desk and held up a phone. MY phone. "This what you're looking for?" OMG! I was so relieved and happy, I went around the desk and gave him a big hug! He blushed and said that someone had turned it in. Which totally restored my faith in the belief that there are still honest people out there.
So, NOW do you see why my guardian angel rocks? And why I think I may have been a cat in another lifetime?
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some "giving back" to do!
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6 comments:
It is nice to know there are people who turn in lost items. Your key story reminds me of my cousin who left the trunk of her car open in a mall parking lot. It was full of her sister's suitcases and bags of things from the mall. It was open for hours and no one stole a thing. Yes, I do believe in divine intervention. :)
Nice!
Belle- Oh wow, really? She was lucky no one took anything!!! Yeah, there are still good people left in this world! :)
GYC- Thanks! :)
Don't we hate it when we sit things down the walk off leaving said item where we sat it I have done it heaps.
A few weeks ago I lost my phone when I took my grandson to day care I knew I had it when I got out of the car and when I got back to the car I didn't it took me about 10 minutes to find it, I carry is lunch into the day care in a green shopping bag and had dropped the phone into the bag but instead it went into his brown bag containing his morning tea...........
What gets me is that 20yrs ago we never had mobile phones and who would have thought we would be so relient on them like we are now days.
I don't like 4-legged cats either and I wish they didn't have nine lives. Kitties with 2 legs wearing skirts and stilettos are an entirely different matter. :-)
Being a cat lover and owner, I must refrain from making any comment on your lack of love for little puss puss. However, perhaps you should invest in a small purse, you know, one that holds just your keys and phone? I hate it when I lose my keys, I always triple check I have both keys and phone, so now I think I'm getting a little OCD about it...
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