Years ago, I attended a group meditation session. It was a time in my 20’s where I was looking for answers for questions I wasn’t sure what I should be asking. It was an interesting experience and would do it again if given the opportunity.
When the session ended, the woman who conducted the meditation told me she felt a presence in the room and I was the one who brought it. She said this presence spoke to her, said he was my Grandfather and when he passed on 10 years earlier, he became my Guardian Angel. She said if I ever feel like someone is behind me and when I look, no one is there then it’s just my Grandfather. He would always come to me when I need him.
The Connected Incident
During those years, I worked two jobs to make ends meet. I was driving home from job #1 to change clothes for job #2. My gas tank was low and I was heading down a major road. I knew I would pass enough gas stations before I ran out. No such luck. With an empty tank, I cruised the car into a turning lane to avoid blocking traffic during rush hour.
I saw a gas station across the street, grabbed my purse and started to play a game of human Frogger in my trek across the busy road. When I hit the safety of the sidewalk, I noticed an old man with a small boy heading my way. In one hand, the man carried a red gas container and the other hand was holding on to what looked like his grandson. When I stopped them to ask where he found the gas container, the man’s eyes smiled at me and said, “Let me guess, you ran out of gas too?”
We both laughed at our gas-less situation. I asked if he could point me in the direction of where to go but the old man just waved me off. He said, “I bought way too much gas. I don’t need this much. Where’s your car? I’ll give you some of mine.”
I pointed to my sad little car with all the pissed off drivers trying to figure out how they were going to get around me in the turn lane. As he put the gas in my car, I offered him some money which he adamantly refused. I did the only thing I could to help out. I kept an eye on his small companion to keep him out of the traffic trying to get around us.
When he finished, I thanked him several times and said my good-byes to the both of them. I got back in my car and saw that not only did I have enough gas to get home, I had enough to get to job #2. To the cheers of those around me, I got out of the turn land and back on the main road. I looked around for the old man and the little boy to wave another thank-you good-bye. I couldn’t find either one of them walking in either direction.
When I thought about it, I didn’t remember seeing either of them on the road before I ran out of gas. It was like they both appeared because I needed them there. I mean, who runs out of gas at the exact moment a Grandfather comes along with a full gas container?
I knew my answer. I thanked my Grandfather for always being there for me when he knew I needed him.