STORM2K

> One day I happened to call a man on business whom I
> > didn't know,have not nor will probably ever talk to
> > again. But this day, he felt like talking. He was
> > head of security at a company that had invited the
> > remaining members of a company who had been
> > decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share
> > their office space.
> >
> > With his voice full of awe, he told me stories of
> > why these people were alive and their counterparts
> > were dead.
> >
> > All the stories were just little things. You might
> > know about the head of the company who got in late
> > that day because his son started kindergarten.
> >
> > Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to
> > bring donuts. There were other stories that I hope
> > and pray will someday be gathered and put in a book.
> > The one that struck me was the man who put on a new
> > pair of shoes that morning. He took the various
> > means to get to work, but before he got there, he
> > developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a
> > drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is
> > alive.
> >
> > Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator,
> > turn back to answer a ringing telephone ... all the
> > little things that annoy me ... I think to myself,
> > this is exactly where God wants me to be at this
> > very moment. May God continue to bless you with all
> > those annoying little things.
> >

What a wonderful post........Thank You

You're welcome!

I've heard of some of those stories.

I often think the samething when I pass by an accident on my normal way to/from work and wonder if it could've been me if I didn't leave XX amount of minutes early or later.

Very nice...thanks!

On March 6, 1972, I received a call from the hospital. My mother's condition had gone from bad to worse. They told me that I needed to return to her bedside. My father, sister, and I knew this was not a good sign.

On the way to the hospital...while still dark out, a herd of horses, perhaps a dozen of them, was stopped in the road before us. We, in turn, came upon it and were forced to stop.

There, in line of sight from our headlights, was a beautiful white horse. As the horses slowly moved off the roadway, that white horse seemed to lead the way. We moved on to the hospital.

Upon arrival, it was the Chaplain, not the doctor, who greeted us at her room. Mom had passed away.

On our return trip later that day...and in the days that followed, we passed that spot where the horses had stood on that country road that morning. Never again did we see ANY horses in that area, let alone that beautiful white one.

All three of us have always wondered about them...if they were real, even. Or maybe if it was a "heavenly" message.

Regardless...my dad (age 88), my sister and I are still here today. Those horses are part of the reason why.

Nice story Bfez...I just wanted to add my true twist to it.

Thanks Bfez.

Thanks Bonnie

That reminds me of an incident that happened to me several years ago. I'd started to a local market when suddenly my car went dead at a red light....when the light turned green, angry drivers were blowing at me, yelling.....several passed me -- as I sat there frantically trying to refire the engine (this had never happened to me before in this car).

Finally....after a couple minutes, I finally get the engine started, and when the red light changed...I proceeded on toward my destination. Between the red light where my car stalled and the market, there had been a horrific accident -- a drunk driver had crossed the center line at high speed and slammed into two vehicles head on...including one that passed me when my car was stalled, the driver yelling obscenities and blowing his horn. He was killed, along with three others....it was one of the deadliest accidents I've ever witnessed in person; and I fully believe if my car had not went dead at the red light...I would have been killed in the accident; I would have been there when the other vehicle crossed the yellow line.

Perry

Wow Steve & Perry! Those were two amazing stories! Both sent chills up my spine.

I have a small tale now that I read Steve's post. When I was married, we were visiting my ex's parents. I saw a couple of kids bouncing a basketball all in in one specific area. When I looked on the ground, I noticed that there was an injured bird. I yelled at the kids to stop, scooped up the bird and put it in a box. At home I called a local animal orphanage/hospital to see if they would take it in. Meanwhile, I had left the box on our porch. We brought the bird over there, left a small donation and left.

I guess it was a few months later, we had a thunderstorm at my house. I went to the front door to watch it roll in and on the railing was a small brown bird that looked like the one we brought to the animal hospital. He just sat there and looked at me and I wondered if this was the same bird and he came back to say "thank you". I watched him for a few minutes and then walked away. When I went back alittle later, he was gone.

It may not have been the same bird, but I just had that gut feeling. It made me feel good!