I’m
stepping in! Back where I belong. My return to this page has been long overdue.
My absence was not by choice, rather by
necessity. I was where I was supposed to be.
A large undertaking at work consumed my time and energy
Each day
life unfolds in beautiful ways. During
my busyness I continued to experience moments of Universal connection. Heart shaped images were abundant. Another symbol of deep meaning began
presenting itself to me, angels. They appeared in the form of feathers, clouds,
mushrooms, leaves, saran wrap and paper towels.
You name it, somehow they found me, or maybe, I found them. Either way we connected.
The term six
degrees of separation is the theory that we are connected to everyone in the
world by a chain of six or fewer steps. There is also the belief that in each
moment you are exactly where you are supposed to be. Most of us go through daily life without
giving these theories a second through. The
truth is, each day we do connect with the people we are meant to. It may not be
extraordinary; the effects are subtle, but important. Simply, it can be the
person you held the door open for needed kindness in their life.
Then, there
are the days when you know you were directed to a place for a specific reason. Recently this happened to me.
I was asked
to send a wire transfer to a Canadian company for an event a few employees
would be attending. I was emailed the
invoice and wiring instructions. I filed it away and take care of it when
closer to conference.
It was a
week before the event and I realized I hadn’t sent the funds. I logged onto my on-line banking and attempted
to wire the funds. My request was
rejected. I checked with the loan
officer. He confirmed I should be able
to initiate a foreign wire. Two days
later I tried again. It was rejected. I called the help line. After walking through several steps he
determined my account was not set up for foreign wiring capabilities. I was told to go to a branch and they could
wire the funds.
I do most of
the banking remotely. I don’t know
anyone in the branch. I emailed my loan officer and asked who I should
contact. He reached out to the manager
of the branch that our accounts are assigned to and explained what I needed. The
next morning I received an e-mail from the branch manager saying he was out of
the office, but anyone at the branch could help me.
Seeing this, the loan officer asked if I wanted
him to contact the other branch that I used on occasion. After waffling a bit I said yes. I was
told to see either Lorraine or Kim. They would take care of the transfer.
I planned on
going to the bank that morning. It
didn’t happen. I wanted to go right
after lunch….no luck. By the time I left
the office 1:40. As I opened my car door
I noticed an image floating above the building. It was an angel cloud. I took a
few pictures.
At the bank
I was greeted by a heavyset older woman who was sitting behind one of the two
desks beside the door.
Good
afternoon. Can I help you with
something?”
“I’m here to
see either Lorraine or Kim.”
“Lorraine is
out, Kim is behind the counter. I can
get her for you. What do you need help
with?”
“I need to
send foreign wire transfer.”
“I can help
you with that. Have a seat.”
She
introduced herself. Her name was
Patricia. I introduced myself and handed
her the wiring instructions.
She was
cheerful, talkative, and methodical in her approach Patricia navigated the
specific steps to be taken. She asked several questions, one was bank account
number? I meant to write it down before
I left the office. Of course I didn’t. I
recited the number that I believed belonged to our account…..bingo! I got it right! Patricia chuckled.
She began
typing and repeated everything she typed.
In between she’d apologize for taking so much of my time. I told her, no worries. I knew she was doing what she needed to. While
waiting I sent a friend the angel pictures I took when I left the office. Angels are a sign for her. As usual, this one arrived at a significant
moment.
Patricia continued typing. I looked at her desk and noticed a piece of
cardboard leaning against her computer monitor stand. I could see there was a silver item attached to
it. From the silhouette shape it
appeared to be an angel. It was a guardian
angel that you clip to the sun visor in your car.
I had
just seen an angel as I left the office.
Now there’s one on this woman’s desk. This wasn’t coincidental.
While walking a few weeks prior I was drawn to
a few crumpled paper towels in the street.
I circled back and looked closer. They were in the form of an angel.
As Patricia was working on the wire transfer I scrolled through the pictures on my phone and found the one of the paper towels in the street. Something told me to share it with her.
She
continued to speak every piece of information she typed. Again, she apologized for holding me up. Even though I had many things waiting for me
at the office I told her it wasn’t an issue.
She submitted the wire request.
It was rejected. The receiving bank name exceeded thirty five
characters. She showed me the message. I
told her to back track to thirty five. The
account number should suffice.
Due to the
lack of activity the photo on my phone disappeared. I scrolled through my photo library again to
find it.
She counted
each letter of the receiving bank’s name out loud until she reached thirty
five. She submitted it again. It was
rejected for the same reason. I asked if
she included the spaces in her count. She did.
She recounted including the spaces and deleted the extra letters.
Finally, the request was accepted. Patricia was happy as was I.
I felt
the need to give the angle connection breath.
Patricia printed the wiring instructions for
me to sign. She asked for my driver’s
license and explained it’s not that she doesn’t believe who I said I am, but the
bank requires proof for their files.
I handed her
my driver’s license. She wrote my
identification number on the form. As
she did I said “From the looks of your desk it seems as that you like angels.”
She looked up
and said “Yes.”
“I like to
walk. As I do, hearts and angels appear in various objects. I came across this
one two houses from my parent’s home. It is a few crumpled pieces of paper
towels on the road. I handed Patricia
my phone with displaying the photo and I signed the wire authorization form.
When I looked up and handed her the paper I
noticed her cheeks had turned red and her eyes moist. “That’s beautiful.”
“They seem to follow me.” I shared.
“I have a
daughter” she continued. “She has some serious issues.”
She handed
me back my phone. “I’m sorry.” I said.
“She’s older” Patricia continued
I scrolled
back through the recent pictures on my phone to the one I took before I left
the office, the angel in the sky.
“I took this today as I was leaving the office.”
Her eyes
again filled and her voice softened. “My
daughter is a drug addict. I pray to the
lord to keep her safe.”
All I could
muster was another inadequate “I’m sorry.”
She looked up, got back to business, handed me
the completed wire transfer papers and with softness in her voice she said
“You were sent here today for a reason.”
Ordinarily I don’t share my photos with
strangers. Something told me to do so with her.
Was she praying for a sign? Did the angels provide it?
I think so.
I arrived
back at the office parking lot but I wasn’t ready to go back in. It wasn’t simply because it was a beautiful
day I needed to process what had just occurred.
Patricia’s reaction to my outreach proved
there are no accidents. Rather, every
moment we are where we’re supposed to be.
Needing clarity I went for a walk up the hill behind
the building. The movement felt good, as did the crisp air. My mind raced. Recalling all that transpired I was humbled. So many instances of connection have occurred
in my life, but today I truly felt as if I was the conduit to deliver a
message.
Hearts were around. They were in rock, tar and cement. When arrived at the top of the hill my pace
slowed. To the left of me I saw a small
flying object. As it neared, I stopped. In
the Northeast winter is nearing its end and I’ve yet to see a robin. Seriously,
a butterfly in March! It was chocolate
brown with yellow outline on its wings. Shocked, I stood still. It passed five feet in front of me and instead
of continuing its linear flight it flew in a circle around me. When the circle
was completed it continued on its way.
Its appearance
felt significant, as did the circling. Standing
in the road I noticed it landed on a piece of cement in the distance. I walked into the brush to get a closer look. From thirty feet away I snapped a few pictures.
Later, when I looked at the picture I saw the piece of cement the butterfly
landed on was in the shape of a heart.
My butterfly
sighting was unusual for this time of year. It was a sign and a thank you.
Reflecting upon the twists and turns that
placed me in that bank, at that time I do believe what Patricia said, I was
there for a reason. No doubt, we are
exactly where we are supposed to be in every moment.