The post about a message in a paper towel is so true, we must be open messages and feelings, even if we don't know where the path is leading.

I've noticed that the more I am open to my HP's messages, the more I see them.  Awsome isn't it?

There are no coincedences.

I have a cousin that I've always been close to, but sometimes we don't talk for a couple months at a time.  Last week as I was cleaning my kitchen, I had a thought that I should call her, the feeling then changed to urgency to call.  I felt something was wrong.  She had been having problems in her marriage, contemplating divorce,  so I thought maybe she was troubled and needed to talk.  I just felt she needed me.

I called her right away and my first words were, "I had this feeling I needed to call you, are you OK"?  She said "How do you know already"?  "Know what"?, I said.

It was confusing at first, but the police had just left her house an hour earlier and told her that her husband had committed suicide in a motel. 

WOW!!  Did I have goosebumps!!!  She is a very spiritual person and was not as surprised as I was that I had the feeling to call.  She believes HP gives you what you need when you need it.

I immediately packed my bags and drove the 4 hrs to her house the next morning.  As it turns out, I was the only person from our family there.  Her Mother (my Aunt) recently had brain surgery and my parents were driving/moving from FL to IN.  She has no siblings and other family members are spread all over the country.

At the wake, there were about 75 relatives of her husband's, a few blamed her for what happened and felt she could have done something.  Had I not been there, she would have felt very alone.  Her against the world. 

I'm so very glad HP spoke to me and allowed me to be there for her to lean on in this terrible ordeal.  She said it was all so overwhelming and that she had so much to take care of that she's not sure she would have called me in time for me to get there for his wake.  He was cremated so there was no big "to do" and the wake was just 2 days after his death.

As it turned out, I was able to go the next day, after scurrying to do laundry, pack, make arrangements for my son...to help her with wake arrangements, make sure her children (14 and 17) had dinner, help with finding her insurance policies, social security papers, and most importantly, be by her side so she wouldn't feel so alone. 

I knew HP was using me and felt so very grateful that he saw fit to do so.  As I got in my car to leave, my cousin told me that her and her children would remember me being there for the rest of their lives and that she didn't know how she could have gotten through the tragedy alone.  I didn't feel that the gratitude should go to me, but to HP who gave me that feeling to call her.

There's another little part that goes to the story.  I had been putting off taking my Jeep in for new brakes and also had a leak in my power steering fluid hose.  I'd put it off for months.  For some reason I decided to take it in that day about noon (before the phone call) and dropped it off w/o an appt.  I didn't need it at the time and figured they could keep it through the next day if needed.  About 3:00 the garage called and told me it will be the next day before I get it back.  It not only needed brakes but callipers (whatever those are). I've known the mechanic there for about 10 yrs and told him I desperately needed my Jeep so I could leave for cousins house.  He said he was sorry, but didn't think it'd be done until mid day the next day.  About 8:00 p.m. (3 hours after closing), he called and told me to come and get it, it was ready, God Bless him.  He had stayed and fixed it for me.  He said he didn't tell me before because he wasn't sure he could get it done.

HP was surely working overtime that day, along with the Greg the mechanic.  I gave him a huge hug and thanked him profusely.  He said after he had talked to me, his wife had called and said she had to work a double shift, he had no reason to rush home.  I really didn't put this all together until I was alone on my ride home.  I was too focused on getting there and doing what was needed. 

Once I had time to think about all the things that had to fall in place so it could be accomplished, I was in awe.  If I hadn't made the call, I wouldn't have gotten there in time to help my cousin.  If I hadn't taken my Jeep in, no way could I have driven it there (500 miles round trip), if the mechanics wife hadn't worked a double, he wouldn't have fixed it that same night.

It's the first time I've ever felt grateful for being used  :)

Christy (Cjo)