I Survived And Now I Listen To The Universe

Signs are everywhere

In 2020, weeks before the Lockdown, my husband and I survived a head-on collision, with minor injuries. If you call getting slammed in the chest with the airbag as something minor.

For months it hurt to move abruptly. Hiccupping felt like a volcano was erupting in my chest. My rib cage ached when I laughed. And laughing is my medicine.

But I was able to continue walking, and talking and after a few days, I pushed a carpet cleaner around the living room. Grunts and groans accompanied me around, but nonetheless, I completed the task.

Our car was totaled. My husband and I were not.

And that’s what matters. We walked away with bumps and bruises and visions of that crazy driver speeding up and ramming into us.

I believe everything happens for a reason. Someone, something, some higher power was telling us not to buy our car at the termination of the lease. This was not our first accident in this vehicle.

In 2019, we were rear-ended by a guy who admitted he wasn’t paying attention. Not a good thing to do when you’re behind the wheel.

Sometimes the signals we get are small ones. A penny on the sidewalk. You bend down to pick it up and miss the glob of bird poop that would have landed on your head.

Or medium-sized. A dove landing on the patio table, telling us a deceased loved one is nearby, and reminding us to call an old friend. You call that friend and realize he’s been wanting to talk to you.

You’re stuck in traffic behind a car with the license plate: AMZ 123. You take that to mean it’s time to buy stock on Amazon. You follow that voice in your head, buy shares and find yourself $10,000 richer.

Sometimes they are large signs, such as our accident.

The universe is always talking to us.

We need to listen.

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