My husband, George, often consults my intuition from the seemingly insignificant to the potentially important. Before I left for the day, he announced that he was expecting deliveries from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. that he might have to sign for, but he wanted to take a shower. I replied, “I think the delivery will arrive at 11:40 a.m. Plan your shower around that.”
At 11:41 a.m., George phoned my mobile and simply said, “You’re amazing. The package just arrived.” I said, “Well, it’s not me, it’s just my intuitive awareness and I could’ve been wrong. Maybe I’m just lucky.” Then I smiled to myself thinking, “Some women impress their partners with food. I impress mine with psychic prowess.”
I received the call while I was with my toddler on her weekly play date at the mall. I was standing with my mini mom’s group in Target as we were saying our goodbyes. Kimi was very pregnant with baby number two. I blurted out, “I think this boy is going to born on Thanksgiving.” She looked at me a bit askance, saying, “I’m not due until December 6 and I haven’t even dropped yet.” That voice inside of me was still strong and I stuck to my prediction for the birth of her second child despite that her belly hadn’t dropped yet and her due date wasn’t for a few more weeks.
I left my gal pals and as my daughter and I were exiting the mall, we passed the escalators and something inside of me said, “Turn around, now.” Just as I did I saw a boy, maybe five years of age, sitting on his feet while going down the escalator. I noticed that his shoelace was untied and dancing with the grips of the escalator teeth.
My daughter was secure in her stroller, thank God, because I didn’t even think about her safety in leaving her and rushing to the child who appeared to be in danger. I ran to him and was able to grab him as the escalator began to eat his shoe. I pulled him up with such ferocious velocity his foot came right out of his shoe. He was gripping me tightly with a mixture of fear and gratitude.
