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Paying it Inward
The Secret Language of Intuition
When I was sixteen,
my new driver’s license burned
a hole in my pocket. My right foot was heavy,
antsy, and all I wanted to do was errands
for anyone that needed anything
driving distance away.
I was speeding to the drug store for my mom,
and three things happened:
1) The light in front of me was green.
2) I came to a stop (for no reason), instead of driving through. And,
3) an eighteen-wheeler screamed by right in front of me,
running his red light at 45 miles an hour.
Had I gone through the green light, I would have been dead on impact.
What was that?
Humankind is hard-wired to make sense of chaos
no matter how much magical thinking this involves.
So any answer I give you will be a made-up one.
(It was God.
It was an angel.
It was my good karma.)
