Did you know that miracles are on the increase?
Debaters may need to polish their “yah, but!” arguments. Apparently there’s going to be some significant soul honey splashed around the planet over the next few years.
I hit my miracle zone on January 1st; one day before the 107th birthday of my departed father.
I was thinking about 107 years as I grabbed a grocery cart outside the store. Suddenly I felt young and vital, but I still didn’t want to chase some purse thief. I wound the long strap of my small purse through the handle bar of the cart. If someone wanted the purse, they’d have to take the cart, too.
I take great care to hang on to my cart with one hand.
I laid the shopping bags on the bottom of the cart alongside the purse and remembered the time Dad and I chuckled over my being half his age when he turned 80.
‘It’d be cool if I could still be half his age.’ I thought and headed for fresh produce.
The tomatoes were not their usual quality. I ended up having to pick through them carefully. I noticed a man watching from across the bin of lemons. At first I thought he was waiting for the tomato bin. However, strong eye contact suggested there was more to his stare than being queued. He made me uncomfortable.
I hurriedly picked four acceptable tomatoes, put them in a little bag, and placed them in my cart as I pushed off to finish shopping.
Over the next 45 minutes, I slid past the same staring man another four times. I assumed the woman he followed was his wife. The encounters felt creepy.
I stopped to chat with a friend, Anne, who works in the health products department. We had a quick update about our respective Christmas and New Years and off I went to the till.
I removed the produce from my cart and reached for my purse.
It was gone.
After seconds of complete panic, disbelief and horror, I said to the cashier, “My purse has gone missing. I want these groceries, but I must find my purse!”
I needed Anne. I rolled my empty cart back to her Department. “Anne!” I gasped. “Someone stole my purse! I had it secured here on the handle of this cart and it’s gone! My gawd, it has everything in it – money, car keys, I.D….!”
Anne responded calmly and began to ask questions. I could barely concentrate enough to answer her questions. Fear short-circuiting my brain, I said, “Where’s a phone, Anne? I’m calling the RCMP!”
Anne pointed to a phone with no phone book. Somehow, after years of not using it, I keyed the number as though I used it yesterday.
The questions began again – this time from the RCMP office. What time did this happen? What was in the purse? How much cash? The questions went on and on. I envisioned the perpetrator being miles down the road, getting into a boat and speeding off with my life in one tiny satchel.
Something forced me to be pleasant. I answered the myriad of questions even though they seemed ridiculously inappropriate. How would I know if the purse was stolen 10 versus 15 minutes ago when I didn’t know it was stolen?
Suddenly Anne came around an aisle and up to the phone. She was pushing a cart! It was empty except for my purse – secured around the handle bar – and two shopping bags laying in the bottom!
“Anne! That’s my purse!” She nodded. Her knowing smile and big, shiny eyes presented…well, I hoped it was compassion. Apparently my goof was not original.
I thanked the RCMP who wanted to know what had happened. “I don’t know just yet. I have to hang up to find that out myself.”
“This happens so often,” she said. “People switch carts without realizing it. You obviously picked this cart, then right at the beginning of shopping, you grabbed someone else’s – one that was also empty.”
“Omigod…that means my purse has been sitting by the tomatoes for nearly an hour and no one touched it?!”
“Yep!” said Anne with a big smile.
“You’re an absolute angel!” I grabbed Anne, hugged her and planted a big kiss on her cheek. All of my gratitude went into that hug.
I went back to the till thinking my groceries would have been put aside. The cashier had been steering traffic around my goods the whole time I was gone. She smiled and calmly said, “Oh you found your purse. Good. Come on, you can come through now. Tell me what happened.”
She listened as she rang up the items. I said, “I can’t believe I did that. But even more, I can’t believe no one touched it.”
“You’d be amazed at what happens around here. We live on an incredible island in incredible times.”
That night, with a heart full of gratitude, I began bedtime preparations. As I completed my day’s shutdown procedures I moved from my office, into the kitchen and finished in the bedroom. Each clock, while I was in each of those three areas and during those minutes of activity, read a bright and clear 11:11.
I’ve done that before. It had a happy ending, as well.
Funny thing, Diana, I had never heard about it and apparently it happens frequently. No wonder the cashier was so casual about it! As I used to say to my aged mom, “Good memory is mostly paying attention!” 😀
Love it… I’ve had miracles, and the people with me who were part of it haven’t even noticed it was a miracle … oh I’ve put that behind me they say, when you mention the incident!
Perceptions, Valerie. I’m amazed when people don’t want to consider anything beyond human capability. Yike!
What a wonderful story to end this first week of the new year…thanks!
Thanks, Charles. I noticed subtle changes ono your site – and I’m glad you kept your header.
There is still much goodness in the world. I love hearing inspiring stories like this one. If the media played this up instead of the gory they often publish it’s possible we’d be a much gentler society.
So true, SuziCate. I heard a newscaster say, almost apologetically, that a First Nation’s hunger strike is the only news of significance right now. Good grief. Let’s hear some good stuff about our country or, for goodness sake, about a politician.
Yah, I can see a Raven sitting up on the top of the big ol’ cedar outside – chuckling! 😀
smiling after reading that 🙂
Hope it’s because miracles are everyday occurrences in your life; not because the purse situation is familiar, Bodhisattvaintraining!
It’s because I love that the miracle happened and I am open and Ready 🙂
What a cool story! And such beautiful flowers in the photo.
Thanks, Sherry – the flowers were a Christmas gift from my friend, Gary. I’d sent a similar bouquet to him for his birthday in late November so I guess he thought he’d reciprocate. I love fresh cut flowers.
I can only imagine how you must of felt when you realized you didn’t have your purse. My purse also has my ID inside, very worrying indeed. While reading the story I thought for sure the guy that was watching you had taken it, but so glad everything worked out OK. What a great community, to think your purse was there after all that time, just fantastic. 🙂
Exactly, Mags…he crossed my mind, too. But if I’d had to describe him, it would have been difficult because I worked at ignoring him. We have lots of cool acts of kindness acknowledged in our paper – planting a thank you is free. If people want to complain or rant, it will only be published if they put in their name.
It certainly is a panicky feeling — and I have done it … I’ve gone off with someone else’s and on the other hand, someone has gone off with mine. I am glad yours was found safe and sound. 😀
Hooray for posting a story with a happy ending! 😎
so why was that man at the tomatoes staring at you? What was he doing?
Who knows, Rosie, but I now see him as a valuable teacher. I allowed him to divert my attention and that’s when I switched carts. Perhaps I looked like some departed relative. Maybe he thought we’d met somewhere. Secondly, he showed me how quickly I can take on a very negative attitude. My intuition was telling me not to engage with him…for whatever reason. The island is small enough that when someone seems to be staring, we may approach the person and ask if we know each other. I had no interest in doing that with him.
Plus I had him pegged as a thief once I thought my purse had been stolen.
It’s pretty humbling, Rosie! 🙂
I know what you mean about making assumptions, Amy. I was convinced that young male students at the college where I work had stolen my mobile phone and a packet of boiled sweets from the pocket of my jacket, while I was working. Turns out I left them at home. So I can understand your joy when you found your purse! There are miracles and kindness all around, when we open our hearts and minds to the possibility!
There’s the ever-present possibility that does not like to surface…”I might be wrong.” As I age, it does get easier to let it bubble out. Funny how we think it would appear to be weakness when it’s really a welcome sign of strength.
I agree, Jacqueline, there are miracles all around. I’m looking forward to a bunch more.
That’s a funny story. I’ve almost done that, but never when the cart was completely empty. I usually put something into someone else’s partially full cart and push off then look at all that foreign stuff staring back at me from the cart and then sheepishly return to where I plucked the last item off the shelf and swap back.
I thought you were going to discover that you’d comandeered the strange man’s cart and that’s why he was looking at you strangely.
Oh, man…there’s a whole lot of stuff going on in grocery stores that I’ve been overlooking completely! Learning about all this flagrant thievery, I’ll be shopping with a very different attitude about carts! We may have to invent something for temporary ID! 😀
I love hearing what scenarios people envisioned while reading. That’s an original one, Linda.
I do the silliest thing. I have a purse strapped to my back like a backpack. I don’t like the other type anymore because I don’t want to feel like I’m carrying anything. Guess that makes me easy prey.
One woman tells me she got so tired of leaving her purse in strange places that she’s eliminated carrying one. She buys little jackets with multiple zip-pockets. Well, I’m down to the tiniest little purse – with a long strap so I can put it around my neck and have it dangle under my arm. It probably looks dorky, but not as dorky as leaving it in a shopping cart.
I found a Gucci backpack in a Thrift shop. I use it to carry my camera and purse. It’s called “Dorky with Style” 😀
*laughing* Coulda been me! I’m so easily distracted by shiny things and colours and toys and noise….I lovingly refer to those moments as “Oh….look! A chicken!” moments. *laughing*
G-d took really good care of you, dearheart. And bless that gal who patiently waited with your things and was interested in the outcome instead of simply carrying on and ignoring it.
I gotta chuckle and say: “return back to that list!” that I inventoried not too long ago….you know the one. Gosh, Amy–I wrote pages and pages on those questions so trust me when I say they were valuable and appreciated questions to put out there. I’m adoring that the miracle happened and that there are layers and layers of things to look at here–good things! And wow…did I need to read here and laugh and nod and say “ME TOO!”.
You’re a gem. *laughing*
Mel, trust you to see many layers in this event. And I know it’s not just because you are lying there in a cast convalescing. It’s funny how quickly I had felt such shame – “Oh no! I’m getting old and forgetful.” Well, I am getting older, but it is reassuring to learn how much this goes on! I like being in GOOD company! 😀
Panic and horror seem to be the first feelings that creep in when something like this happens. It’s as if our whole world is contained in our purse. I’ve done all of the things you’ve mentioned except walking away with another cart. It does give me something to think about next time I’m shopping …. in addition to the germs on the cart handle I worry about … in addition to who grabbed this container before me were they sick … in addition to why didn’t I wear something a little nicer in the event that I meet someone I know – and – always do. HAHAHA … I think I’ll send my hubby shopping instead. ““ : – )
Glad everything wotrked out well …. Great write …!!!
Thankfully grocery stores have hygiene wipes right by the carts. Plus one of the male employees has been educating us about washing the bags we use over and over in lieu of plastic ones. He wisely asks that we think about all the handling everything goes through before we place the item in our fridge or cupboard. I told him, “I think of you, Bill, every time I wash my grocery totes.”
“Well, he said, “I’ve been remembered for more romantic reasons than that!” 😀
On the clothing issue? While I was still in my career, I’d shop after work so was “dressed”. Now I slip into casual clothes to shop, I find more people want to have aisle chats – even though it can be around the same time. I must look relaxed and “available”.
Possibility that, because you were just finished (tired from a long day at work, thinking about what to make for dinner/all things yet to be done…) that you actually are more relaxed these days (and not in just your dress code?; )
Yes, I certainly am more relaxed now. Plus I see that the busyness and time limitations were largely self-imposed. We have a lot of control over setting or accepting appointments whether or not we are still in the working world. I used to be in a hurry even when I didn’t have to be. It just became habit.
Deb, if you have a blog, it’s name doesn’t appear on your comment. I’d love to pop over for a visit if you do have one.
Thanks so much! No blog yet, but I’ll definitely let you know soonest…
Wonderful post, Amy. I could feel your sense of panic. But isn’t it wonderful that good prevailed? Hope you have a fantastic 2013!
May you have an abundant 2013, Kath – especially jars of marmalade. Is there any left? 😀
I often get number messages from clocks, license plates, things I’m working on, just when I’m not expecting it. I just think it’s my Mom’s way of saying hi! Glad to see I’m not the only one who gets number messages, and also glad to see that you didn’t lose your purse.
I’ve noticed a huge increase in this repetition of numbers business! 10:01 – 8:48 – 12:12 etc etc. For years I saw only 7:47 repeatedly, but now I see a whole variety of them frequently. It’s certainly a spiritual nudge for me, too, Mary Ann.
Ooo, I felt my stomach tighten reading this. So happy you found your purse, Amy! ❤ Xx
I keep meaning to tell you, Kim, I watched The Family Stone. Since you named it as one you’ve watched several times, I wanted to watch it. Good entertainment, for sure. Now I have to ask…did Kay and you EVER do that?? 😀
Soooo glad it turned out ok. I imagine if it had been me, my heart would be racing, I think you do live in a wonderful place, I cannot imagine that happening here. I do love the miracle idea though, hope we have many more in our world, we sure need them.
Knowing I’m capable of such a huge “disconnect” is very humbling. I’m still working “care and attention double time! 😀 Have you seen any body suits with pockets? I’m thinking I could wear one under my clothes.
So glad your story had a happy ending! What a scare…the thought of having to replace id, credit cards, my personal identity, is depressing…so glad you didn’t have to go through all that!
I often see the number 123…on clocks, most of the time, but sometimes in other ways…and the number 11 often turns up in my life. So much so that in my family we say “it’s always 11!” I’m open to miracles! ~ Sheila
I said thanks many times for not having to go through that process, Sheila! Thank you for you kindness. I’m glad you see those numbers. That’s a great sign indeed!.
You know, I don’t really understand anything about the significance of numbers…could you suggest any resources for learning more about this? Mostly just curious! ~ Sheila
The person recommended to me as tried, tested and true was Gail Minogue – http://www.gailminogue.com. I’ve not connected with her except to receive her newsletters which are often geared toward predictions of a political nature. In other words, I haven’t seen a lot about numerology, but it’s likely because she offers private sessions about numerology.
Other people who I read, watch, listen to – who are receivers of some sort – foretell of an increased repetition of numbers; mostly as a sign of reassurance and comfort. The repetition certainly gives me a sense that a major, good change is in progress. The other thing I’ve noticed is that what I need appears or works in/out. This isn’t just me…it’s happening to others. Are we simply more aware? Does it matter why? I’m just going with it – full of intention.
Thanks for the response! I agree…we receive what we need from the universe. And I believe we reap what we project. I’ll have to do some research on the repetition of numbers…interesting! ~ Sheila
Oh my GOODNESS! (I am covered in goosebumps as I type and for so many different reasons.)
Your post is just SO appropriate, thank you.
Your Christmas bouquet is gorgeous, thank you for sharing!
And, don’t forget; for every pair of “grasping” (Buddha context) hands that would pull us back, there are so many more reaching out with support and loving kindness if we only have the strength to lift our heads and see, (she said wryly; )
(“Wise is the man who would take his own advice.” Confucius)
(or “Physician, heal thyself.” Christ; )
Thank you, Deb, for your welcome comment. I see that it relates to the post Crabs in the Bucket. I agree that we have the choice of seeing hands pulling us down or those ready to pull us up. The two quotes are perfect – a third one could be added…something like, “Engage memory as soon as possible.” 😀
i love this.. i might have to move to your island 😉 also.. when my mom turned 50, i was exactly half her age. we thought it was really cool.. until we, sorrowfully, realized it wouldn’t happen again.